In This BoxA Poem by Joe GibsonIn This Box paint me a rainbow with shades of greys and hues of blacks smeared on a nightclub napkin use trembling fingers and blurred vision as the fire simmers demeaning your pitiful clairvoyance exhausted unlike the heat crawling down your throat a maroon swivel is your pedestal so sit tall and pretty while on your granulated throne you’re just a box under all that cheap wrapping paper and once the paper lay silently on the floor like your torn clothing you will be thrown away like every other empty box
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StatsAuthorJoe GibsonNorth Attleboro, MAAboutInspired by Poe, enjoy writing dark and Gothic short stories and peoms more..Writing
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