I am caterpillar
teeth hungry for things that leave me behind
leaves blowing in the wind when i wish i could call them mine
pieces of the past spit out for lack of taste, lack of color,
lack of the ability to reacreate, lack of everything that i thought was underneath my name
But that will all be over soon,
please, though i am caterpillar,
call me cocoon
help me spread silk over myself
to cover over all misery i have felt
help me forget the cards that i have been dealt
help me
GIVE UP MYSELF
turn me liquid. . .
dissolve all i have left
enzymes are invited to devour my deepest desires
I am tired of not being able to fly