Bleeding Rainbow
a dream of dissolving logic
I cannot say where the colors end,
they bend and spill and bend again
It does not begin
it’s already happening
I just arrive late
something swirling
something slips
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my eyes don’t stop leaking
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not water
not exactly
something tinted
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Green-blue seep
chlorophyll dragged through thought
sap catching light on the way down
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It slithers from my chin
into the floorboards
like it’s done this before
Like I’ve done this before
Or will
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My edges rounding
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Skin forgets its assignment
I am bark opened in living rings
counting years that don’t belong to me
but I will keep them anyway
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The room inhales
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Walls bloom into paisley veins
curling, uncurling
language I knew before
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wait
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The trees are not outside
They move through my teeth
low hum
patient as something
that does not end where I do
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I taste green
I taste light that waited too long
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They say don’t look in the mirror
Of course, I do
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My face won’t quite hold
it gathers, drifts, gathers
into gold
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beauty still
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hair lifting, spreading
mane
roots
smoke forgetting which way is up
or knowing better
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And there
not broken
not whole
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it’s still happening
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a woman
arranged in familiar places
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Her hands hold weight
like they were taught early
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Her softness stayed through damage
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The colors breathe, pause, explode
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Green needle-thin
threading my wrists
pulling something through
I don’t remember choosing
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Teal thickens in my throat
Blue waits behind my eyelids
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Not storm
Not still
waiting
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Breath moves
then echoes
then arrives late
Or early?
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Time misfires
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A child’s voice
in my mouth
reading something out loud
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TAKE A LOOK
the walls pulse
it’s in a book
the trees get louder
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Reading Rainbow
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no
it doesn’t go
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The words smear into the walls
looping
bright
too bright
a smile that doesn’t match the room
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Butterly in the sky
something in me lifts with it
or gets pulled
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I can go twice as high
the ceiling lowers
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Take a look
my hands are smaller
no, older
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it’s in a
the sentence won’t finish
it keeps trying
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The leaking never stopped
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It moves through whispering now
as if it was always meant to
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Paths open where it passes
thin, branching
linking what was never touched
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Voices move through my hands
Names bubble, graffiti behind my lashes
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I am small enough
to be carried through it
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I am w i d e enough
to
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A flinch without cause
Love without center
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Roots
threads
chords
something between
moving without direction
and arriving anyway
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The air hovers, drawn closer still
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Soft
too soft
a cocoon
or a mouth
or both
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Something gives
almost breaking
almost opening
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making room
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I could lift
or I already have
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TAKE A LOOK
it’s in a book
Reading Rainbow
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no
they’re inside
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Reading
my hands don’t end where I think
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Rainbow
they keep going
through
but not all the way
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I can’t remember how it ends
because it doesn’t
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it bleeds into color
it remembers me
and keeps pouring
through my eyes
Press play - Playing with bubbles in the yard
This was written in response to Alicia’s Surreal Saturdays photo prompt seen above. In keeping with the theme, I offer no explanation. :)
Thanks for being here.
Until next time,
j
Well that was a beautiful read, thanks Jacqueline
This was amazing! It captures the feeling of some of my past psychedelic experiences. Very well done!