Flash

When I see that stain
The drips before
The lies, the night, the knowing.

I know how, I wonder why.

Rainbows twirling,
Numbers falling,
Faces turning, changing, calling.

Black.
A small light
comes closer,
gets bigger,
swallows me.

White.
Starkness, not darkness.
Nothing
Big and bare,
never ending.

The colours come,
one speck at a time,
introducing themselves as they go.
nothing but a mess,
a bottomless pit.

Up there is black,
to come down.
Black to come closer.

Falling in the darknes,
The house, a home.
The ball, a goal.
The girl, a sister.
The woman, a mother.

A flower, the sun.
A boy, the guy.
A grass field, the daisy ring.

A flash.
The flash.

The cold corridor,
The quiet room,
The curtain drawn,
The whisperings,
The small gap,

Black.