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February 1, 2012

I want to be contained

Not by someone else’s box, or thoughts, or expectations

I want to be enclosed

In sheaths of tones, water, beats

I want the leaking to stop, the valve closed, the spewing thwarted

I want the vomit to exit the brain

And not return.

I want to feel emptiness

Not because I seeped

Not because I couldn’t hold my own

Not because I couldn’t contain myself

But because I was contained.

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