That Box
By Emersyn M
Published 28 July 2018
decrepit and dun
hidden within our secrets
one per night
the auric rings
loop my ears
looking down on me everywhere I go
in a
dark,
dusty, dawning drawer
trying to escape
/run away
wants freedom
all just to be loved
whispers into my ear
wanting to know
all my deep, dark
secrets.