(I do not know the walls of this box of mine.) (A protection: bring that quiet calm when the fury dies down.) (So you're stuffed in a box. And why would you leave?) (Don't you remember what happened when you tried?) (Is this not what you wanted?) (Say I'm a bird, I'll fly away. Break away from this life of mine.) (The fears of your speech enrapture the spaces between Us. Seeing the line drawn up for myself.) (If there is a chance of leaving, should I take it?) (Is this not what I've always wanted?) (But, then again, why would I go? Don't you remember what happened when I tried? When it was a love like the wind here and then not.)
Poetry and photography by Hazel J. Hall.