Chrysalis

Chrysalis

Tucked in

bound in

the sticky goo of thoughtlessness

I hear the world

and I twitch

Tied in young

swinging

punched one way

then another

my bruises swell

and grow

and I grow

the wounds become talons

fangs

finally

wings

and I stretch

scratch

rip

through

and

out

The world hears me now

and twitches

October 1, 2014

Tressa Lee Breen

Inspired by OctPoWriMo Day #1 prompt: chrysalis, butterfly, transformation.

Photo: two separate lunchtime doodles combined.