Writing from the stemistry lab
In the beginning…
by Catherine Graham
1.
White. The room is as numb as snow,
as quiet as winter. A silent clock hangs on the wall.
Startled by a ghostly, gloved hand, the cell is removed;
taken to the red area by the starched researcher.
2.
Ripe. The room is as red as life, blood-warm.
Nestled in this cradle, the cell begins
to question; if this is where life begins,
tell me, why is the white room crying?