I don’t have the words

They were mine long ago, I kept them all in a wooden trunk under my bed, to take out and stack like building blocks, to mold like clay into the shape of my demons, to throw across the room and turn my bare walls into rainbows.

And once I put them back in their trunk and locked it, and the key fell from my hands. I’ve searched the lands and the sky but there is no key, and there are no words anymore…

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