Kaleidoscope

When I was eight I found a kaleidoscope. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever owned. I held the weighted golden tube in the gentlest grasp. I was afraid to spoil it. Afraid the sparkling magic would end. I held it pressed to my eye all afternoon. Even into the night. Even when it became too dark to see.

I spent hours watching the shifting colours. It was like falling into another world. A world that was all my own, confined to the narrow tube I cradled in my arms.

When I grew afraid, spooked by their twisted faces, bulging eyes, spitting lips, I would escape. Eye pressed to the tiny hole I whispered stories to my thrumming heart. Their hatred haunted me, turned me cold beneath my heaving ribs.

So I squeezed my eyes. Tight shut against the battered world. And when the stories wavered I prayed instead. The same words. Over and over.

Make me disappear.

Reviews

[Holiday Sparkle]

Love this. Amazing. It really but me into a sorrowful ease, and gave me an emotion hard to describe underneath the first feeling.

to find peace with something so simple, yet complex.