Life in a Box

Cloistered in a box, a girl wept from the circumstances of her unkempt life. Her neurons popped; sound and smells exaggerating fear—fear resting in the gray folds of a troubled mind. In complete darkness, she reached above her head and felt the top of the box. She yelled; no one answered. She beat; no door opened. The smells of urine and feces made her ill; ammonia and nitrates burned her eyes; her stomach heaved vomit. Covered in her own filth, her body itched. She scratched and bled, producing large sores in need of intervention. She beat again and heard a pop, feeling small splinters fall on her face. She beat again, and again, and again. The top flung open, and she saw Light...

The Light smiled, reaching out her hand. She looked into the eyes of the girl, and whispered, "You're beautiful."

Sores and filth oozed; the girl cried, saying, "I'm ugly."

The Light imbued love, taking the young girl's hand, "Come with me. I'll clean you up." She took the girl to Heaven. In Heaven, the Light fed her, giving her strength in mind and body. A young woman emerged.

Neurons slowed...sores healed...knowledge! She learned.

The young woman found a muse.

The young woman learned to love.

The young woman married Heaven.