The Box

He is gone.

Fled the sanctity of solitude only to be shot down
They peeled him apart limb from limb
They threw his heart into a box and locked it away

Black.

All around the box

Trapped.

Suffocating slowly. Slowly.
As the dioxide escapes his lips

Breath in. Breath out.

The imminence of the situation becomes more intense

Tap. Tap.

A knock on the box
Fear rattles his torn bones

A Girl.

She whispers hello
A shout back to go
But no
She won't because she understands

She opens the box and the light is blinding

Free.

Never had he felt so warm
Always stuck in between what was love, and what was torn

Gone.

They walk away hand in hand
Leaving the box behind in the sand
The waves crash around it as the wind blows the chime

This was their love

Once upon a time.