B0x.

by k i k i   Oct 13, 2006


Four walls,
All white.
No warmth,
No care.

Needles and meds,
All taken.
No escape,
No privacy.

Lock and chain,
All deadlocked.
No connection,
No contact.

Blank and forgotten,
All mystery.
No memories,
No regrets.

Box,
All her.
No him,
No they.

There’s only her,
All alone.
No voice,
No sound.

No nothing.

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