Box in my closet

Do you remember when i said
That i was afraid of corpses
Hidden in boxes.
Well it is very true because
There is a box in my closet
That i cannot move
And my parents cant see it.
At exactly 2:11am
Something will appear in this box.
This box in my closet.
Everytime, it is diffirent
But the same. 
All sad, gruesome,and
 horrifying.
This box in my closet
Gets mad when i dont
Open it. It rattles, 
And shakes, trembling
With unexpressed rage.
The only time i didnt open it
A corpse lay in the box. 
My favorite cousin,
Dead,  naked in a fetal position
The entire body completely bald.
Not even face detailed it.
Red lips gone, nose gone
Ears gone too. 
But there was no blood or scar
It was as if she simply was this way,
In her life.
Now, you may ask how
I knew it was her. My poor little
Cousin Mia.
I knew, because her big baby blue eyes
Were open and wide
Pleading for mercy even in death.
That terrible box,
That box in my closet 
 It Kills people, and leaves 
Them for me to find.
I am afraid of this box
But always, i open it
To find deadly treasures
Or just dead ones. 
There is a box
In my closet,
No one can open it
, for it belongs
To me.
It chose me as its host,
And now i hope i dont get in trouble
For telling you about it.
I hope that one day
You wont show up
In that box
In my closet.