Packing

A long time ago, she packed her feelings into little boxes. And lost track of where the boxes were kept. She pulled her heart off her sleeve and hid it away, saving it for quiet moments where she could smile, or laugh, or cry by herself. She gave her soul a few coins and said “good luck” and then sent it off to wander in her dreams and hidden spaces. She wore what others wore and she ate what they ate. She climbed their ladders to nowhere. A long time ago, she abandoned herself. And the only remnants are the stories on her body written in scars and in ink.

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