boxing vicki

i hear the hammer

pounding in the nails

of this box

you put me in

forcing curves

into a square shape

and the blows

are deafening me

as my twisted body

submits to the barrage

i know why you did it

why you forced me in this box

so that i would fit

inside this closet of your life

with no power to escape

in legs that kneel

or arms that wrap

o’er heads and ears

to absorb the hammer’s blow

but i will kick

and scream

inside this box

until the rotting planks

of your restraint

splinter beneath my fists

and my voice will be heard

singing

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