by laurie howland
She put the memories in a box.
She locked it.
She tossed the key.
To a place where she thought she could not get to
She then abandoned the box, precariously walking away
But then unexpectedly, the box burst open
It was not from the key that she tossed.
No, it broke open from another pain
Simply too much internal pressure
A pain that meant the hurt from long ago could never be undone.
That nothing would make up for it.
Her carefully constructed and hidden box shattered
Splintering into pieces
Just like her life.