Saturday 11 September 2010

Box.

I put myself in a box.
Thinking outside the box...
I wasn't:
I was numb.

A box
within a box
within a box,

like 
a pathetic
Russian Doll.

And when I woke up
in that box
it did smell like cardboard.

But it was dank,
and I tore straight through it
to the light -
thank God.

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