Jack in the Box is Dead


United States

i pulled the string loose to slip the knot

once a bow


they looked at me

suspense danced on their eyelashes like they were

my grave

their eyes burned

desire to watch me


the excitable temptation enclosed within

a recycled box

swathed in cheap paper


anxiety opens an umbrella (inside

bad luck)

along the seams of my forehead

my raincloud eyes are ready to storm

i cry


gunshot thunder


pampered amongst tissue

a gun

my present

tucked under the sheets

i’m going to sleep

a letter pillow

calligraphy dreams

“kill yourself”



you shouldn’t have


the first time

my hands were painted

blood that didn’t belong to my veins


i killed you

as easily as i deleted

your comment

our conversation


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