Burglar

What if life was a box?
A tiny, glossy box wrapped in transparent plastic paper,
easy to see through.
A box filled with delicious little chocolatepieces.
Small taste explosions,
all stuffed with stifled emotions.

What if life was a box?
A tiny, glossy box no longer wrapped in transparent plastic paper.
Wrinkled paper, ripped apart.
A box, no longer filled with delicious chocolatepieces.
Small taste explosions, long gone.
All eaten up.
Guess, that now you´re done.

What if life was a plundered box?
An almost empty box,
with nothing left,
but the last bitter piece,
made out of threehundred and sixtyfive procent cocoa.
The one that no one wants.

-Ylva Borg