The Package
Today I found a secret inside of myself.
Reaching through my bones and past
my marrow, I clutched it tight and pulled
with gusto to free it from my essence. As
I examined it from top to bottom, weighing
The silvery trinket in my hands, a fervor
quickened in my belly. It urged me to spew
my new-found erudition. It was this day that
I noticed you as I never had before. Your
flaxen hair sat on you shoulders, lazily dancing
down your back. I wanted to touch it and to
twirl it in my fingers. My hands were fitted
with gloves. The secret could not be covered
in smudges and prints when it arrived and your
eyes devoured it. I prepped the secret, polishing
its streaked surface. There- I could see my own
reflection. Gently, I laid it inside the perfect
depression that was waiting to give cradle to
my fondness. Ah, it was a superb fit. As I
closed the lid, I said a prayer, that you would
receive it, and receive it well.
Copyright © Abigail Larimore | Year Posted 2015
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