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Pandora’s Box

Abby Durkin'24

I have to tell you a secret.

My body shakes, shakes, shakes

in response, trying to repress the

slimy words slithering out of my throat.

Locked in a box branded with the mark of a liar,

the secret sits waiting to be opened by temptation,

releasing all of life’s evils.

It’s time I share; lift the anxiety.

Lift the anchor that pushes on my chest

towards the bottom of the sea.

But I fear the lock on the box;

it’s aging rust and loosening hold on my secret.

The stench of the lie reeks of mold, rot, and sweat, growing by the day.

Can you smell it on me? Because I can.

Oh how scared I am to release my secret.

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