Chrysalis

wrapped in warmth
a sheath of privacy ripped.
visible wounds across porcelain-
cheeks
growth and death are becoming-
her

 

separation from civilization
hiding under the fireplace
finding a home to plant seeds
she falls

 

foresight could not speak
to the glory it brings
flowers will grow

she rises


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