Pandora

Thu, 05/30/2013 - 21:21 -- femd222

Location

32304
United States
30° 27' 53.7408" N, 84° 23' 8.6784" W

Yesterday I dug out the box I hid when I was 15.

It was covered in dirt, worms crawling on it, and smelled like a dirty homeless man.

I was confused, though. I didn’t know how to open it. I completely forgot how it worked.

Was I an alien to this box now? Was I a stranger?

I didn’t know, and didn’t care. All I knew was that I was holding the box again, all I needed to do then was to try and open it. Slowly, I would feel the pleasure of its insides, the sweet toxicity of its perverseness, among its other secrets.

It’s locked for now, but I’ll take it with me wherever I go, for I know that if I’m patient enough I will be in for a treat.

Comments

cleotheleo7

OMG THIS POEM GAVE ME LIFE I'M A VIRGIN THERE'S NOT MANY OF US LEFT. KEEP WRITING YOUR GREAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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