Fragile

I put my ego in a box,
bubble-wrapped,
taped up well.

Safe.

With no legitimate way to feed it,
this seemed the best way.

But it got out again
(somehow)
and rampaged
through the streets,
leaving debris in its wake,
but damaging only itself.

I will have to collect it again,
wrap it in soft tissue,
and put it away,
nestled in foam peanuts,
surrounded by cardboard.

This time I will mark the box
so there will be no mistake.
I'll take my magic marker
(the purple one)
and in my most careful hand, write:

Fragile


This is a Three Word Wednesday post.