Life…
“Life is what you make it,”
They told me. So
I made mine
sit down and
shut up.
I stuffed it
into a small, neat,
square and shiny
box.
I crammed a
ball gag
in its mouth
lest it embarrass me or
scream for help.
I chastised it
for coloring
outside the lines,
for singing too loud
in the shower—
for thinking for itself.
when my life
dared – to fidget,
I tied its hands together
with good, strong rope
made of moral fiber.
It starved—
became
weary and pasty.
Its limbs & lips
are now
colorless, dead.
Its eyes
faded and sank.
That neat and tidy
box is now
its casket— its tomb.
Found
Gauzy fibrous pipes –
melded pinwheels, or
lacy doilies crocheted by the sea.
Interlocking, united, porous
caverns
where invisible beasts
seek shelter.
Formed by the hand of Poseidon’s
own grace
joined by his caress
forged by his wrath.
In this universe
unknown & overlooked by
militant waves, these
miniscule worlds
rise & fall—
are created & destroyed
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