I swallowed a secret a million years before numbers, so that nothing could be held accountable.
Scrolled up, jotted down, and shoved to the back of a bottle, the message was almost drowned.
Let me out! Let me out! A pocketed paper screamed from below.
But when pulled up and rolled out, the ink had smeared rows.
Neither black, nor white, with no crisp lines to write on,
the page merged gray in conviction.
“But what was the secret?”
The question in question has stopped being questioned.
The message was found irresponsible.
I like how I understand this with something other than my brain. 🙂
That’s one of the best things I’ve ever heard in regards to my writing.
I’m happy to hear I could provide you with words of compliment that tickle your ear & heart! xo
Love the way you play with your words… And yet come out with an amazing architecture of words that would marvel anyone reading them.
Brilliant piece of work. Very thought provoking xx
Hmmm intriguing 🙂
That is a neat experience
This is fantastic. Well written.
Reblogged this on Beyond the Precipice and commented:
An interesting and original flash fiction: The Box, reblogged from A Word of Substance:
So intriguing…i love it
It was real good and it kept me in suspense. I did expect it to mention Pandora.
I am so hyped to say that your writing is so awesome and so amazing. Perfect. I love this.
It is amazing that something so simple can be so meticulously beautiful.