little cocoon

little cocoon
i'm pretending that i cant be the one to break you through
hush crickets in the distance
chirping specifics in their poems
and mines is a womb..
and i'm waiting for this to hatch soon
when will it bloom?
spill this anxious big boom
when will these mature wings edge me closer to move

when i asked a caterpillar about something sorta similar
she said that there's plenty of grub to go by..
psh..
that she was no dragonfly trailing glittery skies
said that rotting piece of meat in the street attracts flies

and that makes me?
and my innards jiggly gelatin..
wishing to throb next to her exoskeleton
hope she doesn't feel my antenna on her melanin
bzz
there i go back into the yellow glow again

i'm snare to the sticky tape strip, doing frantic flips
in a rush and scared that my transparent wings might rip
what a trip, the nectar is too thick to sip
i'm going panic to tranquil in a nanosecond split
in this
poisonous bliss
passes in slides of life flashing
the last my nerves felt was silk wrapped around me like napkins
spun and hanging
imagine the effect of this
...and the time it takes to recollect myself from it.

the shell around my cells are fragile
...glass bubbles
covered in old skin forming walls of thick brick to crumble
but one of these hot summers
im gonna...
see a triangle of light
shooting bright
piercing sharp into my infant like blurry eyesights
with my full wings pressured in so tight
i forgot the sensations i felt during flight

these fractures in the cast are tiny windows to the past
stopping me from healing
devolving me back
to a little cocoon
wrestled for room
waiting to move and seems like its soon

through the mask i saw
in awe
as you flew
im so inspired
...with desire
to fly with wings you grew
funny cause i thought i was helping you breathe through
but now i'm glued
and you're waiting
to watch me hatch and grow too