When no one
was watching
he opened the sealed container.
The rest of a life
not lived
folded neatly within.Taking the first page
between thumb and forefinger
he blows softly.The words
scatteringrising up
to engulf him.
He plucks one at random
Fear
nods acceptance
swallows it whole
Elation
this one bursts into flame
scorching fingertips
his arm
glows witch fire blue
the tiny conflagration
eating flesh and bone
with hungry purpose
The sensation
akin to pain
but so enticingly alive.
The next page
has only one word written
over its creased surface
Accept
and he does
finally
in the moment
he ceases to exist
his resurrection
is assured.
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