Cleaning My Closet - Poem by Maylee Bossy
I want to burn the box in my closet
It watches me at night
Knowing it holds dreaded forgettables.
I want to burn the notes and photos
That made me who I am,
But I am not who I was
I want to watch the inferno
Of a past life's hell
As the grey ghosts escape into ozone
I want to burn that box.
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