Locks and Boxes
by Elexer
The lock
and key
to my soul
is not a one-way street
you can tear up with your
lyrical jackhammer's,
spilling my majesty
into the sewer
with your language.
Locking
me up
behind a wall of religious
illusions
of me trying to be myself
and the perfection you will never see.
These rainbows
are my protectors
and this box
is my chastity belt.