Black Box - May 29, 2000

In the shadows I hide,
like a box
in a forgotten home.

Having seen sunlight once,
I retreat to the comfort
of darkness.

Where everything is muted
and welcoming
to our own dark secrets.

And everytime I lurk,
I gather the darkness
around me,
absorbing all the words
that slice surer
than a surgeons' blade.

And so the words pour
from the box
onto the page,
so many droplets seen
crimson in their freshness.

-half of the title by KS