The Box

January 12, 2016
4:09 pm

(This Is Not Love)
The Box

I'm living in a box
Just outside the box
Within a box
Am I really free
To be me
And explore
What you choose
To ignore
In the air
In the space
You try to erase
Your fears
Of what appears
To reek
Of genocides
And
Alibis
Living in a box
Outside the box
Within the box
Of this hell
That I smell
From the stench
Of your scent
You created
Of raped
And masturbated
Dreams
Outside in the breeze
You disease
And sneeze
And spewed
Lies and residue
covering
Spreading
Infecting
The life
As you bites
And
Claw
Your way inside
Around the steel
I built outside my box
Where I live inside the box
Just outside the box
In a box
Where it first began
With my paper and pen
I color you
Pointless
Until the bitter end
Laughing and screaming
You can never win

Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker