in a whisper, even if you
couldn't hear it. Too tired
of the slow erosion of love,
watching the gilding flake off
of my memories, I shut out
the sun and breath. Now I can
create something new, soft
and sweet, smooth and safe
and only my own. I may take
up painting, leave the sculpting
shackled securely in shadows.
Pandora swallowed the key,
even if you didn't see her,
even if you have a copy.
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