pandora

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My body convulses violently.
Veins on my arm protrude and swell in response
As Pandora's sludge circulates
To every nook and cranny.
My soul evades in haste and panic,
" You may run but you may not hide " echoes
And erects four harrowing walls.
Sinister frequencies bounce off the cold concrete
As black noise bombards my ear drums,
Withering the wool that retained my warmth
Till I am bare
And without atmosphere.

Solar winds convect my innocence
Into the heavens,
So that a gleam of glitter may glee
In another's tears,
Conjuring a bubble of soap.
Turning the glare of the sun
Into colours of hope.

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