Box
One box
Words enscribed upon
Language unrecognizable by me
Fingers tingle towards golden lock
Danger, danger, get out
Voice in head
Urging against
Peeks
Look around
Nobody's looking now
Too busy living, laughing
Uncontrollable fingers touch its sides
Smooth wood, glossy, Danger
Can't ignore temptation
Must investigate
Unlocked
Find opening
Slide fingers beneath
Pull harder than boulders
A creak, a swing, Danger
Cold, unable to move
Bad things creep
Into heart
Suffocating
Screams erupt
Sorrow flowing out
Rush to end despair
One thing remains in box
Wonder what it is
Can't look now
Might lose
Hope