Written by: VANJA VELEVA

BOX (4)

I let the voice 
recognize the box
but it sits opposite me
		chewing my echo.

I stare around.
	I am inside it.
The echo bounces against its walls
piercing my ear 
like an earring.

My voice giggles into tears
and stands here
	stuck, to remind me
	that the box is stifling me
	the more I grow
	inside it.