with sides of priceless mahoganny.
as incomrehensable as heiroglyphics
enthrall my attention. I gaze
these tiny sketches.
Swirls, stars, broken lines. Just like
mind these pictorials represent.
The box is in the shape of a
tombstone. Heavy as one too.
I wonder if it is mine?
A silver lock keeps
the content of this box secret.
it seems is not welcome within it.
I feel the same. I do. I do. Who is it that
such an enigmatic
object to me? How terrible that only in
can gifts such as this be passed on.
I have no gifts
anything to pass down. Not even
Eventually I prise open
the squeaky lid and take a look inside.
it seems, rests within the box. Shadows
and darkness hide within it and it all
the contents of this strange box.
I rummage around it and find some photos.
of previous friends smile up at me. Why?
Why do I have to be reminded
that betrayed me? They left me while I had to stay.
The memory bounces around my mind.
Taunted I am forever
by it. Why did they leave? Am
not likeable? Is that it? Who cares
anyway? I don't
them - the bastards!
Who needs friends? To hell with all
relationships! I don't need
that pain in my life. I don't want anymore