This one moment,
Before sleep,
Euphoria strikes.
And
I feel, my skin is glass
My heart is a burning meteor.
Neurons fire across synapses,
I can see the electrical lines under my skin,
They race, meeting, shooting off sparks.
Under my glass skin.
I could dance across the sky,
Each strike of my glass feet,
Would light a star onto the night.
As I danced, constellations would be born.
My glass skin reflects the stars.
And I am stars.
Then, the ocean.
I feel the waves rush through
My hollow body of glass.
I breath the water in and out,
I feel the fish swimming,
In my stomach,
Fan tails flicking,
Tickling.
I giggle, bubbles float from my mouth.
They breach the surface,
But continue on towards the moon and sky,
They are free.
I began to float with them,
Up.
Until I hang between the stars and sea,
Suspended inside a bubble of breath.
This is where I'll stay.
Until the bubble pops,
And I fall from the stars light,
And drown in the ocean of sleep.
