Courtney

USA

C o u r t n e y

UNTITLED

Everyone is born with a soul pouch a pouch of a soul a thin translucent malleable bubble surprisingly strong against the troubles erased from your memory since the days of your maturity

fill it with rocks to keep you fastened to the hurries of this world or else you’ll fly away quite too soon

fill it with rocks your mother slips one in as she brushes past your heart from within your brother tosses it like the basketball matches with the boys in the alley back in the days of the grazing sunrays

fill it with rocks you try it yourself choosing one that captivates you you swallow it as it forms an uncomfortable lump and slowly sinks to the pile of other rocks and gently thuds as it meets the others

fill it with rocks one by one until the thin seal breaks away and the rocks tumble out clacking on the cool cement All binds are free, you are now newly bound to the floating sea that caresses the corners of this world and all the stories of love or anger unfurled

the rocks with stories fly the farthest bouncing on the surface of this water creating ripples that reach the ends tickling the wearied fingertips of my sister’s at a faraway place she cannot see me but she feels my story

the rocks with stories travel across the sea handing away a piece of its body slowly but surely until what’s left is a magical dust that matriculate on the ends of each world your story lays safe there