My eyes are locked, cool and smooth.

The tiny  vibrations urge me,

my fingers slowly

lifting the hatch

not knowing what I'm doing

I take off the lid.

No regrets, no regrets.

My skin is bruised brown and green.

I hurry

to close it

empty but for one


no regrets, no regrets. 


By Rebecca

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