"The Box"
by Sean Powers
August 14, 2003

There’s a box in my room.

This box is covered in dust.

Within the dusty layers of the box lie memories.

I have tried to forget these memories.

I tried to make them disappear.

Countless times I have tried.

To my advantage and disadvantage, these
memories reappear.

The dust is as thick as snow.

I shiver when I look at the box.

My soul freezes over, and I run away

From it as fast as a fox.

Please destroy that box before I freeze again.

Please help me, for I need a friend.