elizabeth odders-white

Locked

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The medicine cabinet

sits empty,

all meds

(safely?)

locked away.

 

The knife block

sits empty,

all “sharps”

(safely?)

locked away.

 

The dresser drawer

sits empty,

all belts and straps

(safely?)

locked away.

 

The bedroom

sits empty,

my child

(safely?)

locked away.

 

For a time.

 

But ultimately,

they are free to choose.

 

So I

sit empty,

all of my insides

(safely?)

locked away.

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