The front door bursts open ocean waves gush into the house and beyond it the sky is a clean cerulean touched by a diamond air.
Pirate John with his skull and bones just lost the love of his life and steers a sinking ship with teardrop on his lip that’ll either hit or pass us but it’s hard to tell being so far and yet near.
On the other hand, once I was an invisible girl who cut herself into mirrors –
Self 1 sat on her knees in grim attention without a body but she spent her life trying to piece herself back together.
In this house where the ocean is she read old books and once she finished them they combusted into flames even though there was water everywhere.
Higher and higher the flames grew by the gold-silled window where the polaroids of her mom and dad was.
The darkest room in the house had an enormous eye in it the hazel eye of our dad and hair made of trees - it was the guest room.
Self 2 looked like Self 1 but he was always standing holding onto the ocean like a journal or a blanket and gazing always into that part of the house that had no walls.
They both lived there in the house that was filling up with water where their fires grew.
Far away beyond the pirate ship there were planes and labyrinths of ice and beyond that a yellow air-balloon racing towards them with a gondola filled with flowers like a mini garden this landscape promises to bring.
Stephano Pereira is a multimedia artist and writer from South Florida, currently residing in Seattle, WA. He's working on his first novel, an animated series, and has a talking cat.