Heart Shaped Box
I’d gone on a
stroll
Over hills of grey
Like firm pillows
And I found her
Ouch! I cut my foot
I see a spot of
blood
On my skin
I see the sharp corner
Reflecting like a mirror
Peeking from firm
pillows
I see myself
In the sharp thing
That rose from the grey
Taller than me
It became
The heart shaped box
With a heart shaped door
With a black heart shaped knob
Which I opened
And walked inside
Red velvet walls
So soft
The door shut behind
We paused
The heart shaped box and me
Sizing each other up
I felt comfortable
Free
I was welcome
To stay or leave
Put events away
Safely here
Inside the heart shaped box
I sat on red velvet sofas
That lined the walls
Like I Dream of Jeanie's bottle
They said rest child
I remembered my cut
The blood was the sofas
The blood was red velvet walls
That called to me
Unload memories
Here they will keep
Here they will wait
The memories conspired
And hired fighters
A time would come
For them to show out
I would need them
They had no doubt
So they lived
For some days
Inside
The heart shaped box
*I Dream of Jeannie was a
TV show that aired from 1965-1070 and then for several years in syndication.
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