Brain Bloom
the world explodes inside her head
shedding stars
So beautiful...
fragments of memory
travel at light-speed
folding into grey matter
she crumples in a graceful heap
lands with her face toward the sky
registers fast-tracking clouds
then moves inside
into her own light
blood mixes with neurons
image with matter
breaching the boundary between
known and unknown
zigzag flashes of purple
blossom in unreadable code
I smell roses. Does it have to be roses?
a river of whispers surrounds her
she feels herself sinking
beneath
soft hands stroke her arms and face
she twists away
and spirals into forever
in a long slow glide
Goodbye.
Hello.
Is anybody out there?
lights
out
Diana Kolpak is a storyteller who uses theatre, fiction, clown, poetry, music and photography as her media. Published works include the play Bedtime Stories (in Ontario Playwrights: 8 Short Plays) and the children’s book Starfall. She has an MFA in Directing and is Artistic Director of Whetstone Productions.
Other Works
On the Stick-Thin Person Wearing a Baggy Black Hoodie with a Big-Ass Skull on the Back
by Tim Neil
... We think skeletons are cool / because we are so used ...
Apples of the Earth
by Melissa Wiley
... What always matters more is the impression that lingers long after the apple has been eaten. What matters for me about any given person or object is the feeling that floats about its edges ...