And so she walked amongst the beaten and wretched,
her heart steady tumbling,
all the cold sharp stones stuck in it,
plucking metal teeth of her musical mind,
waiting for the day this box would finally unwind.
A few notes
I wrote these notes at the bottom of the page:
In case you don’t remember, the heart is a wheel inside a music box, the stones are the little tines arranged around the heart, and the musical mind is basically the times arranged on a comb that actually make the music of the box.
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