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Curiosity killed the cat - Pandora would know. A box or a jar, Filled with things from below. When told not to open, She couldn’t hold back. Then she released all the evils
She laid the boxes with their corners Flush with plaster over top; a faux brick finish And she knows nothing is yet finished The saline in tears can turn cheap plaster to mud
a cube of wood hinged at the top holding the morals our society forgot she held it close and didn’t let go marveled and wondered its contents unknown
With the darkness around me I am lost. I am no longer near my home. I hear the waves crashing against the shore just like the waves of my anxiety smothering any light left inside me. I fell so contained by this darkness.