by Lucinda Davidovna

Created on: January 24, 2009

I open it, tentative

Spring back the locks

And regard it warily

This little brown box

I stare at it, sift it,

Pick out all the scars

I'm peeling back layers

I'm breaking down bars

I'm watching it warily

Hiding me deep

Whilst seeing there secrets

That I long to keep

It looks at me, asks me

Entreats me to see

What horrors, what stories

This box could set free

I sigh; resignation

My past lies unlocked

As it spills out before me

My life. In a box.

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