Anesidora

A box. In the beginning, I was boxed in with the others. The box was oval, made of clay, and gifted to Curiosity. It was hot and suffocating and we all sat on top of each other, Greed on my right and Vice on my left. We were trapped, until the box was opened. Disease and Violence left first, travelling on the wind. Sorrow and I crept into the Earth.

I am boxed in again. This time the box takes the shape of a rectangular tool. The young babe opens me up, and out of me glows all of Curiosity's sins. We are out of the box.