Closed

A sear of pain,

balancing a ruby on needle point

ready to fall

down the rabbit hole.

 

I take it back.

 

Such a personal

precious jewel, it must stay mine.

The rabbit hole no longer looks inviting.

The four walls and a door of an excuse for holding hands

with padded walls and a soothing injection of

"I love you"

won't work.

 

In my mind, the ruby sits

as if out of place.

Many carry it in their chest,

with the weight and ache of

one thousand and something cracks

pieced together with self-esteem and hope

whereas some cannot but place it in their mind,

rationalize and sear "CLOSED" into the barely beating facets.

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