glass under their feet, pt. 2

i was pushing her on the swing

my feet bare in the thick dust

her eyes bright

a crooked piece of glass

catching the sunlight

as it lay on the ground

under our feet

she soars higher

an unspeakable pain grows

inside me, my own private hell

i will leave this place

i could choose to run

to look way

and never return

but i can’t outrun pain

it is swift and light

drifting along behind me

lighting on my shoulders

wherever i rest

i wonder was it really

the thing Pandora let out of the box or

did she drop it

break it

leave it shattered on the ground

for the rest of us to clean up

Pandora’s box was made of glass

and it looks a lot like pain

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