Air and Cardboard
A stack of boxes just over five feet tall
Stands in a humanoid shape, ignored by all.
A steady drip drip drip
Weighs down the middle strip.
So heavy, so compressing,
With the top box dismissing
The sinking center facet
And the pressured remnants below it.
How long must denial ring
Before one believes their pain is just an imagining?
How much silence will we enforce
Before our erasure cannot be worse?
This poem is about:
Me