Maylee Bossy

Rookie - 88 Points (17/02/95)

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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  • Rookie - 10 Points C. Cruz (3/21/2012 11:12:00 PM)

    This is good and makes me want more. My critters have climbed out of the closet and lucking in the rooms and halls! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 19, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, February 8, 2013


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