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The box
stuck, hidden, trapped in the box
she pushes and prods at the steel
and before she can open the door, it locks
limiting what she can feel
or when the gray peels
morphing into transparent
no one notices what she steals
every thought of her errant
a glimpse, a tiny peek
of freedom
not knowing what to seek
just being able to see them
their thoughts, their tales
she sits there, hearing
as they flick their nails
she starts fearing
that no one will come
to take her out
in her chest beats the drum
but the rhythm goes without
alas the minute is here
the door opens from the outside
she no longer needs to fear
as the threshold opens wide
a smooth soft hand
stretches toward her own
as if scaring away the ban
that kept her all alone
by Allison Barnett
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