Behind her eyes, two serpents swam, one in each eye. Her eyes closed, and their bodies bulged. Wriggling veins under the skin, light’s speed bumps. The serpents had their own eyes, eyes with which they ate. Ate images. Light, dark, good, bad. The serpents in her eyes made her blind.
Matt Weatherbee is a college student.
As a kid, I got glasses.
I never wore them.
Didn’t want to see the world as it truly was.
Didn’t want to see who was reflected
in the mirror.
Hiding them in my closet,
reveling in the life
God intended me to witness.
Daniel N. Flanagan is a Worcester, MA native. He is the author of three short stories and twenty-two poems, featured in Poppy Road Review, Three Line Poetry, and more. His first poetry chap-book is due for publication and purchase this Summer ’14. Check him out at DanFlanagan.webs.com and follow him @DanielNFlanagan.