boxes

she told me she kept them in boxes.
separated from each other
but with a life of their own

they were taken out
and emptied
one at a time
at random
and against her will.

at times they would empty
all at once
filling every room
with a disastrous mess.

putting them all back
in order
out of sight
was an almost impossible task.

exhausting
excruciating
infuriating

but it could be done
and the boxes would hold tight
for a moment
and it was quiet

but each of her boxes
were waiting
for the most inopportune moment
to break free
as if…
to taunt her

again.

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