Steel is a reflective metal

I’m considering leaving the house

With a warning on

That reads

I’m sorry about the steel

Obscuring my threshold

I could move it

But you see

I can’t decide if I like it or not

The way it looks, the way it feels

It sort of fits


Over my tender face

Over wounds that aren’t yet scars

Deep in my chest

Something drags


I let it, once

And I got used to being worn down

But the steel covered me

Picked me up and lay me down

Wrapped me up

Whilst I slept

And kept me warm when you left

So forgive me

For keeping it close

You see it sort of fits

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