Posted in Fiction, fiction and poetry, Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction

On Fish and Martin

In this world
Of bowls of fish
Where everyone
Stuck in spherical prisons
Swimming around in the small
Confined
Clustered
Shell of a world
Where everyone can see everything
But can never dare to leap
And be free

In this world
Where everyone is living
(Maybe not even living)
Inside fishbowls
She’s a Martin
Soaring and flying high
Leaving the mighty eagle behind
Soaring all around the world
And still returning back home

Author:

A not so good student along with a not so good athlete along with a not so cool musician. Pretty much insane.

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