I
a woman in a box
Pinprick hole
admits the light
as I shift
and fold in to myself
Shadows drift
around my body
Dust motes
dance
before my eyes
My outstretched fingers
close off the beam
of white
momentarily
and I
hover in complete
darkness
I scratch and
scrabble at the
miniscule opening
ripping and tearing
fingernails snapping off
until the gap
becomes
substantial enough
to accommodate
my outreached
arm
When not dipping chocolates or making pralines as an owner of Kilwins in Winston-Salem, Renee Butner spends her time writing poetry and haiku. She has been published in journals including Verse of Silence, Haiku Journal, NC Poetry in Plain Sight, Ariel Chart, Acta Victoriana, and she won second prize in Piedmont Plus Silver Games for her poem Silver Moments. Her poem Forest King earned a spot in the Highland Park Public Art Poetry Contest.Her website is http://www.reneebutner.wordpress.com
