. Inch by inch,
cruel word,
indecision,
pressure,
spin an avalanche
around my grubby life,
cocooned, cold
my sight
goes
black.
A crack, amber light bleeds
into my shrouding chrysalis.
I struggle,
tearing silk,
escaping
to smell the sun
taste its nectar
and
see
I am
a
butterfly.
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 9:27 AM UTC
. Inch by inch,
cruel word,
indecision,
pressure,
spin an avalanche
around my grubby life,
cocooned, cold
my sight
goes
black.
A crack, amber light bleeds
into my shrouding chrysalis.
I struggle,
tearing silk,
escaping
to smell the sun
taste its nectar
and
see
I am
a
butterfly.