Autumn Sun

“Autumn Sun”
1-17-08

Under the shroud of morphine and pain, I find true beauty.
The lifeline pulls away the layers of reality like a peeling onion,
Loosened by the bumbling carelessness of the caretaker.
Useless plastic falls to cold tile floor and the rain begins.
Arcing crimson in sync with the beating heart,
Each spurt higher than the last.
Painting a myriad of reds against white walls.
The unconscious struggles for dominance,
Winning more with each brilliant bloody addition to the canvas.
The dulling of sight and sound only makes the painting of life more vivid,
Persistent droning of the panicked is drown out by the fading thunder
Of a dying heart.
I laugh at the autumn sun and wish the world would die.


*Note: I wrote this for a creative writing class that dealt with us writing about an experience we would never forget. I wrote about my state of mind during my second open heart surgery and when the nurse tripped over the IV line that was in my neck. The resulting blood loss was oddly beautiful, reinforced by liberal amounts of unconsciousness and morphine. Luckily for me, the nurse had enough sense to get a doctor in there immediately and stop the blood flow.