Crack the Code
What is the power that lurks within one eye? What does this mean if you have two?
Crack the code of my eye and all turns to ethereal tears. Lines that stretch across seas of stone. Every which direction that is sourced out. What is the word for depth without end? The power to grow is the iris of the open hand. Who am I supposed to be? How far must I dig? My spirit animal is a winged Appalachia that sings a theremin. Unleash her with the sacred words. I would give it all away for a little bit more. The only colour that exists in my ice is neon fire. Take shape and mould it into invisibility. It stops fetching evocative and starts receiving undiscovered textures. I have been and forever shall be this moment. You can never take that away from me. All of this comes from the power of one eye. And I have two
About the Creator
David Fournier
I am a writer, poet and performance artist. My whole life I have loved the beauty of words, whether I'm writing them into a narrative or using them to make silly voices. I am poised to publish my first book and kids series.
Keep reading
More stories from David Fournier and writers in Poets and other communities.
It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie5 days ago in Motivation
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.