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The Box – a Cold, Cold Poem

May 20, 2019 | poems | Permalink

Am I dead, I asked her? In a box, I did molder, rotting, shapeless, my nightly sleep. Dead, but dreaming, of what waited beyond my comfortable dirt, beyond my opulent world of worms and disquiet. But when they asked, wake me none I said until the day my box is broken.   And then the […]