Implosion

A poem by Marielle Graham

A kaleidoscope dream
Crawls into my head.
But I sleep while awake,
So I’m not in my bed.

It fills me with flowers,
It fills every crack.
But I don’t need more flowers,
It’s space that I lack.

There are too many petals,
And no room for the buds 
So I just gape into darkness
And I don’t mean to think of

You; but you’re crying.
You have floral tears:
A daisy, a tulip...
Wait, your tears are sincere.

A pressing, red thought
Falls from your eyes to my head:
"What if?" I think.
"What if I’m dead?"

I really don’t remember
The last time I woke up...
Then my thoughts turn to ashes
And the ashes blow up.