It was a simple box
Covered in aged newspaper print
Yellowed by glue
And rough to the touch
The top opened with resistance
As if guarding the secrets inside
stilled a reluctant suction
The sides held fast, it wouldn’t slide
I but pursued it
This box would not defeat me
I pulled apart the lid from the body
To reveal nothing inside
But dust.
© 2025 Edmund Grimketel
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 5:54 PM UTC
It was a simple box
Covered in aged newspaper print
Yellowed by glue
And rough to the touch
The top opened with resistance
As if guarding the secrets inside
stilled a reluctant suction
The sides held fast, it wouldn’t slide
I but pursued it
This box would not defeat me
I pulled apart the lid from the body
To reveal nothing inside
But dust.
© 2025 Edmund Grimketel
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