Sunday, 9 September 2018

the desiccated chrysalis

she was locked in her chrysalis 
by a dominating partner. 
forever hanging there,
never to unfold her tissue wings
to dry in the sunshine of a tomorrow.
she never flew iridescent in dreams 
that came to life in the kiss of a sunbeam.
she died deep in a shed of cobwebs,
not even her death dust flared
as a comets tail diving into the sun.

the nest contained old droppings,
an eggshell, and a stuck feather. 
the fledgling veined dead on the floor.

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