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i spin cocoons of solace to nestle down into, like a butterfly-to-be going through growing pains. knuckles whitened over gripped knees in a silent, constant anguish that fills up and engulfs without discrimination. a drowning and a feeding all at once. i disintegrate into a stagnant watery stillness of unexplainable subsistence, as flesh and bone are reminded that dust is their true definition and even that soon is consumed by the voracious dark and re-emerge wholly new save for a remembrance of the moment when my back split into two slits - in anticipation of wings. Labels: my poetry |