Tonight's Poet Corner: Hair Like Data
Hair Like Data by Belinda Roddie The curls bounced, swayed, burnt into crispy strands of code against my fingers. You burst away from me, then, eyes crying texts, before you erupted into a beautiful rainbow arc of static and computed bone. I scrambled to read your goodbye message, artificial heart stricken with a formula of fear, then groped for the window where unbeknownst to me the tall dark scientists with golden hair watched me claw and heard me scream. Making a pledge to scrape the system like crackling talons against stone, I found access to the cosmos outside my home, using the stars as my stones in the endless river of dust. I did not need to breathe in my quest to find the edge of the universe, and when I did find it, the very end of it sparkled like graying diamonds, an end in which I knew, if I walked through it, I would dissolve into a mere invention of a super minded nerd who would feel his own DNA wisp away in the glitch known as ti