You hide me -
in the recess of your mind
the furthest block
a box
as smooth as new.
But all the other ones I see
are chipped -
tossed about -
and opened many times.
Silk is my skin -
so thin am I
this smooth box
with a tarnished flap of mind.
I feel the weight of you
this crushing loss of breath
hoping that you'll see me
and open me to you -
or let me go.
No longer trapped
forgotten -
in this pristine place
hidden -
in the back of your mind.
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