In the Shallows

I bent over to touch my toes and the ground tore open like a backbone. I tried to feed myself the sky; to splice my tearducts into the universe so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me. My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane congealed with stars, and I brought a slice of it to my lips, hot and slippery like a jellyfish. Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed, fleshy particles snagged in my teeth, and the colors erupted within my mouth. Synthesia took over my lungs. The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells with a sound like thunder. Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue. Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, groping for a feeling similar to catharsis [catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves, crunching underfoot like shattered glass.] The clouds opened their thunderous maws - teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s - and consumed me. I felt my skin turn to something other than skin: thick and rough with scales, my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque, like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs. A feeling ignited deep in my structure; cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips, fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings between my thumb and forefingers. A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system - splattering hot and frothing into my hand - and fluid rushed in. I dared to taste oblivion, and the sky swallowed me. My lungs failed to be lungs. They flooded with caustic matter, and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass; fighting with organs phthisical and sore. I struggled to find a way to describe it: the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself, of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain. It was like swimming, but inside out. I bent over to touch my toes, and my spine tore open; the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out like the tines of forks. I tried to contort myself into the beginning, but I only found where I end.