Hair

Avatar Author: RockPaperScissors Always remember how lucky you are. Read Bio

An extension of myself,
reaching out from the top of my brain,
over wheat grain fields,
over a thumping, throbbing
tree
at the center of
me,

Over closed windows
that can only try to imitate
the colors by reflecting (this is where I find some reserve),
over two flesh mountains
that swoop toward heaven,
over two bags of stars
(only the dead ones, because they need a place to reside),
over a large sack of flour
to make many beautiful loaves of bread to be broken and shared,
swings on me,

Over a sunflower so ready to bloom (Oh! The Anticipation!)
and burst and welt!
Over two logs
and wiggling black beetles,
and over the boulders on which I stand planted.

Over all these things is the expression
and confirmation of existing as a self.
It is separate and sacred,
and yet it is me…
An extension of me.
Sometimes my whole body stands
at attention
to revel in fright or excitement.
And even fright is glorious.

View this story's details

Prequels

Oh no! This story doesn't have a prequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?

Sequels

Oh no! This story doesn't have a sequel. Want to fill in the blanks and write one?

Comments (1 so far!)

  1. Avatar Heron

    Wonderful! Love the last line~

This story's tags are