Pandora's Bottle Seal it. Stick a pin in, Freeze the tears for a rainy day. Post-it notes and worn fridge magnets, Hold your memories, boxed up fragments, Of reality's fights and foreplay. Todays the day to go through them. No more 'bottle it up' 'keep it together', Time to strip my angels wings, feather by feather. Let it seep out, let it cave in, Stand back and look upon, your masterpiece of sin. Admire the subtle bruising that darkens her smile. Gaze upon her open wrists, thin tentacles that bleed, Toffee apple dimples buried in the devils seed, 'Haven't seen you in a while.' Then you feel it, slashing, Scraping at its ivory prison. Muffled emotions, memories flashing, Time to let the dead by risen. Time to feel the blows of yesterday, to drown in last months bottled tears. Time to wipe off the mask, where you've been hiding all these years. Let the black river crease and slide, Crouch in the corner, there's no place to hide. Bite your lip and take a sip of reality's liquid therapy. And by tomorrow, lest you will forget, You are your own enemy.