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In a Box

Looking out

By Barb DukemanPublished about a year ago Updated about a year ago 1 min read
In a Box
Photo by dimas aditya on Unsplash

Don't touch me.

Trapped inside a man's body,

I hide.

Shrinking down to waste.

I peek through the slats

on the box.

Wondering how-

What it's like on the outside

:to have that quiet understanding of what I am

:to find the mirroring man.

I cry alone

when I find no escape

from that box.

I see the curious, leering at me,

as if I were a leper in a box.

My hand is like your hand.

Take it and see.

Take it and help me out of

the box.

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Barb Dukeman

I have three books published on Amazon if you want to read more. I have shorter pieces (less than 600 words at https://barbdukeman.substack.com/. Subscribe today if you like what you read here or just say Hi.

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  • Babs Iversonabout a year ago

    Superbly written!!!❤️❤️💕

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