In bed,
I thought of raindrops.
Small orbs of transparent matter
Sprinkled on the brain.
Before they could dry
I created clouds
And out came April showers
Soaking the mind and pouring out of eyes;
Each fat tear lost weight
As it painfully birthed floods
Whose limpid hands took it upon themselves
To hold my door in place,
Glassy guards anticipating their maturation.
To stunt their growth, floodgates were pulled out of the head:
Thoughts solidified with heat and thickened with iron
Only for the giants to swiftly smear rust on them, leaving stains of decay.
Now liquid leviathans, they began to consume one another, wet teeth on saline skin,
And from this carnage, an ocean came alive
Covering me with a blue blanket, soaking my lungs.
My thoughts plucked the bubbles that lined the throat,
So when cerulean was coloured coal
They were cast out, forced upwards to die.
Taking their place, ice crystals froze the miniature sea stuck in my sacs, frigid weight.
Frost that had settled on flesh, disturbed by the pull
Rose up and captured my creation in still frame
A brittle body made bare
Attracting light scratches; an aggregation of marks
And as they evolved into deep cracks
Lining up to climb,
I close my eyes.
And find myself
In bed,
With a wet floor
And a dry head.