Xanadu
 

From Pandora’s Box She was blinded by its captivating elegance, intoxicated by her own curiosity, even when sworn to never open that box. “Merely a bronze coated chest it seemed, treasures and pleasures waiting to be discovered…” That box was no prize. There were no riches found within. Instead, a vault forged to confine the most wretched of evils who only thirst for humanity’s blood. These evils have resided in our air, our vital, inescapable air. Once fresh and pure by natu

I stay in the gutter, were the pages are pressed — holding the book together.  Never being seen.  I am the leaf  spilt to make room for others,  creased by hands that turn past me — never stopping to notice what opens the story above. On the recto  the words feel uneven,  odd against the weight of the book.  The verso stays across from me the whole time  and who is to say just because they’re even  doesn't mean they’re steady. My corners bend, dog-eared from being useful.  Fr