Member-only story
Eye Store Dollar Center
I sit inside
The dollar
The currency note
I am love
Disguised as
Wealth
And power
And fear
And the victim
And I am
the orange boy
who walks in
seamlessly
in uniform
and liberates
the man in
the red jacket
and i am
the boy who
lives and breathes
and walks among
spirits
i am
cold
i am
fair
i am
chaos
and i am
as random as love
i am the apple
you don’t bite
because
i am not
the sugar you
see in it.
i am not
temptation,
love
i am love,
temptation.







