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Jan 152014
 

by Holly Day

 

There is no escape from my body. I dream

Of cocoon fibers wrapped around me, bile

Dissolving my body into nothing, floating amorphous, intangible

Inside a tiny white pod destined for greatness

A mystery, or perhaps just thin white strands unraveling

In a curious girl’s pot of green tea. But

 

There is no escape from my body, I am

All I will ever be. There are no wings struggling to break free

From my skin, there is no sleek, shiny, beautiful thing inside of me

Waiting for the right time to break free from what you see here

 

I am all I will ever be.