Hollowed-out beings hold up platinum towers.

The crushing weight crushes them but they need to eat.

So they stay.

Hollowed-out stomachs of hollowed-out souls,
if you can still call them souls,
dissolve hollowed-out bodies in acid.

Bodies liquify.

Festering puddles of dream-sodden goop,
screaming,
agonising,
burning,
to be solid again,
holding up platinum towers,
because their children need to eat too.

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