a forgotten piece
of coloured glass
from a broken
kaleidoscope
cut my foot
yesterday.

as the colours swirled,
i watched
glimpses of everything,
visions, of nothing.

a bright blue shard
i pulled out,
and covered in blood
it struck my heart.

a feverish fantasy
emerged at night,
as against the light,
against time,
i watched the stories
unfurl.

what pretty pictures,
it used to show!

in those shades
i saw
stories of joy,
of pain, of laughter,
in floating spirals
of diamonds
and rubies.

and when
i dropped it,
how they dissolved

how
they faded
into dreams and dust..

into glass and mirrors.