Jack in the Box is Dead

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i pulled the string loose to slip the knot

once a bow

 

they looked at me

suspense danced on their eyelashes like they were

my grave

their eyes burned

desire to watch me

undress

the excitable temptation enclosed within

a recycled box

swathed in cheap paper

 

anxiety opens an umbrella (inside

bad luck)

along the seams of my forehead

my raincloud eyes are ready to storm

i cry

lightning

gunshot thunder

 

pampered amongst tissue

a gun

my present

tucked under the sheets

i’m going to sleep

a letter pillow

calligraphy dreams

“kill yourself”

 

awe

you shouldn’t have

 

the first time

my hands were painted

blood that didn’t belong to my veins

 

i killed you

as easily as i deleted

your comment

our conversation

 

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