Simply loved this. It describes the feeling perfectly.
It was a tightly shut box; the dusty tape binding its upper flaps stubborn, taut. It was not huge; as it was to be placed in the hollow of his chest. Its contents, mysterious, unknown, rattled slightly while being placed; the sound almost blasphemous in the surrounding emptiness.
Not surprisingly, the box was a snug fit; it seemed as if it had been especially crafted to ford the void in his chest.
What did it hold? What was its story?
Once upon a time, it was an iota of ill-will in the depths of his heart; a meager existence, ignored, not worthy of any attention.
Soon it adopted the role of a seemingly unimportant domino that sets off an entire cascade of dominoes tumbling down – slowly, and slowly, it gnawed upon the flesh, feasting on it, living off it.
Something that had been anything but significant did not take…
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