junk drawer

On the outside, I am mundane

Within my depths, sheer chaos reigns.

Like the others, lined up neatly

Hiding dirty secrets sweetly.

I am that place where things are swept,

Bits and bobs and knowledge kept.

I can help you find that thing you need,

Or prick your finger, watch it bleed.

Into my universe things are smashed,

But don’t you ever call it trash.