You gave me a box for my birthday

And I tried to fit inside.

It was small,

Cramped.

And the edges cut into my skin.

It was just a bit too small

So I cut off my foot.

I tried again

And bent my knees as far as they would go.

But this space you had given me was just too small.

So I cut off my arm.

I try again

And again

And again

And I cut off various extremities

So I don't waste your gift to me.

I can almost fit into this box

That you took the trouble to impose on me

And I place the sword to my neck

And press the blade against my skin

And for some reason I flinch at the pain

And I no longer have the desire

To fit into the box

You gave me for my birthday.

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