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Locked Out
by April Pittman
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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it is fear swimming up my esophagus
I doubt the undoubtable
and question the reputable
a dusty black trunk locked and untouched
stores away the words
we said we'd never say
I rattle the locks, tug on the lid
I kick the corner
and circle it thoughtfully
but the opening I think I feel
is nowhere to be found
no crack, no leak, no betrayal
until the truth dawns on me
that I'm not looking for escaped words
I'm looking for you and
you've locked yourself within
and the fear choking me
is not mine but your own.
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