What's in the Fucking Box?

 

I sit 

Quietly in the box

You've put me in

4 walls and a lid

And those tiny cracks

Of light stop coming

Do you hear me knocking

Scratching at the sides

Wishing to be let out once more

Tell me do you peek inside

Watching me

Struggle

Cry

And when the time comes

You have that urge

To take me out

Of the prison I've made myself

However there are soo

Soo many boxes

That need tending

No reader, that wasn't a euphemism for a cooter. Literal box, sort of. More of a mind scape of boxes. Maybe doors in which it would be larger than a box. Heh. 

Box 

Anyway. Calling off of work in a few because my chest hasn't stopped hurting and I can't sleep. Fun times. I'll be home with eldest for a bit as he hadn't slept much either. 

Yay. 

Always

S