A simple square box,
brimming with secrets—
specters of the past
that haunt the present.
An onion,
thin-skinned,
peeled back, exposing
experience’s yellow layers.
A seedling,
struggling up from heart’s fertile folds
to root or rot,
depending on how it’s watered.
A Russian doll
inside a doll
inside a doll
inside a doll.
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