the cocoon
bursts open –
not to reveal
the transformed butterfly,
but maggots,
writhing.
sometimes
we wish too deeply
and are taken
off guard,
encountering
what exists
below the surface.
the cocoon
bursts open –
not to reveal
the transformed butterfly,
but maggots,
writhing.
sometimes
we wish too deeply
and are taken
off guard,
encountering
what exists
below the surface.
Whoa! Now that is certainly true and very powerfully stated. k.
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thanks for stopping by 🙂
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Very strong words of warning like the unexpected images
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😉
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I’ll be thinking of that 1st stanza all day…wow, awesome poem that gets right to the point. Love that!
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thank you 🙂
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awesome 🙂
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