Dead Inside

I’ve been feeling
dead inside.

But, today,
I awakened
and saw my cold body
broken,
still,
on the floor,
beside my bed,
one arm stretched
beneath the
nightstand.

As I floated above it,
I made note
of the milky eyes,
cracked skin,
and the peaceful smile
that had pushed out,
from within.

Husk.

A midnight sloughing.

The remnant cocoon
left over from evolving.

I was dead inside,
but, I clawed my way out,
where I’m free
to flutter
and flit,
fly about,

soar and rage,

(sore, enraged?)

and breath fire
into the faces
of those who killed me

in the first place.

©️ 2019.

Hi.