white light, wide grins, haze of dandelions breaking through last night’s viole(n)t thunderstorm. once the restless skies transform, the world is weightless and time moves slow, symptoms of a quixotic daze
that lingers day to day. so i bask in the sun, a lion tamed by sweet apollo’s spell, fingers sticky with cloistering heat and amber sap and berry juice; a lotus- eater who,
on to burned flesh lathers lotion, keeps the delicate body from falling apart (a prayer to self-care). quick! back to sweat, golden hues, a buzzing mirage of stained-glass dragonfly wings.
but evening come, beneath honeyed air halcyon daydreams disappear and leave behind a whispered wish-wish-wish to peel it all off, shed my skin like a cocoon and emerge someone new
Olga Bialasik is a Polish writer and aspiring artist living in the UK, who spends more time thinking about writing than actually doing it. She recently graduated from Bangor University with a BA in English Literature with Creative Writing. You can find her on social media @olgabialasik.