The walls, emptied, weigh down;
my head hangs under the pressure
of maintaining a smile.
A phantom hand rubs the knots out of my neck.
All this room yet the ceiling hangs
just a bit too low.
The box you left remains unopened.
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"The box you left remains unopened."
What's in the box? That's what intrigued me most about this. It leaves it so open ended... It also gave me the image of being suffocated just with the image of the room...

