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.
the fledgling veined dead on the floor.
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