PANDORA

 

Visceral niggles,

A sticky scab,

 Unspoken semi-secrets that blackboard-scratch my bones.

 I finger-flinch, choking on ancient debris.

 

Pandora is not my name,

I circle back yet again.

 Maybe one day the phlegm will clear.

 

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