I feel myself
being consumed
by the universe—
a little more each day.
The sky draws light
from my wounds,
and pulls colour
from my blood—
into rainbows.
I melt,
drown,
vanish—
like ice in wine,
quietly disappearing.
My edges
start to blur,
my shape
less defined.
Though I vanished,
I made the act
of giving fuller—
Like melting ice
lifting water,
An ascent
born gently
from my dissolving.
♡