Multiplicity

May the ashes of my heart drift gently into the abyss of memory, and let that memory consolidate. A bright dot embellishing that unicorn’s horn. Then that glimmer of light shall decay, vaporize, and taint the glass walls of my body. Gently running a cloth under my skin, I wipe away every atom. Every, single, one. I stare at the cloth, with rainbows seeping into its fabric, assimilating into my body yet again.