My Form

My skin is tight

And dry.

I feel it stretch

As I turn over in bed.

My bones straining

To break through

And escape.

Dismantling their host.

My skeleton will flee

Into the black horizon

Weeping with gladness

Leaving shreds of me

To be blown to the west

Where I will fall

like ash

At the place of my birth.

Where am I?

A soul suspended

Without form

Without will

Fearful, hesitant.

Descend

Into the cool abyss

To rest.

Or fly

Naked through the ether

Burned by starlight.

A bare spirit

But awake.

The rattle of bones

Call from the east.

The pyre to the west

Sears my back.

Streaking through the heavens

I’ve made my choice.