off the cuff tanka (or two)

[greensilkchai]

i pull what's inside
out, scry like a haruspex,
reading my own guts.
i do not like what i see.
(i do not like what i hold)

let them go? i could.
i'd rather be flawed and filled
than hollow, though. so -
i choose broken over blank.
i fit me back together.