January the 4th Remembered

Laid across the surgeons cross
Studiously broken in two
Opened wide enough to gape
And accept the chrysalis of someone
Different
Growing inside the pupa
Winged like a devil bird
And wanting to fly
Leaving everyone and everything
Forgetting past and living
Unfettered
Free.

Death does that
Evens out the high spots
Creates a sense of average
Amidst flashbacks.
Blood cools
Skin resembling rice paper
Ready to peel away
To Leave just bone and sinew
Exposed and ugly.
No magic lights
Or corridors to freedom
Just silence and blackness
With sleep
Such perfect sleep
Wanting to stay there
Forever
Warm and cozy
In the dark angels welcoming quilt.

Scars remain
The wound still seeming open
Run your fingers down My chest
Feeling past wire coils
And let them penetrate
That gateway hastily opened
Then closed
With superglue
Tight as a drum skin
Beating
Oddly
Ever slightly off sync
Whispering in foreign sounds
That echo life.