No scab goes
Unpeeled
Like the shedding
Of a snakes skin.
Every year passes
As a drop of sand
In a hourglass.


In a time
where time doesn't
matter, and humans
are no more than nutrients
for the future of nature.
The music of the
Snakes rattle
Plays in the background
Dark, and empty.
The future looks
Scary, as the sun
turns blood red.
My eyes look up
to see a tree
with cocoons replacing
Leaves
In the breeze.
The collective beats
of molting insects
bursting from their very
necessary flesh prisons.

To grow, to struggle
To break free
And be something the world
hasn't quite seen
You are unique
You are beautiful
You are alive
To know that human concepts
bare no arms to
Harm you.
You fly, you cry,
you live, you say
Goodbye.