alone
underneath or behind
where the tendrils lift
and give shape
the young pillow
attached itself
and weaved from
its own body,
as if to give its
very best,
a tomb
made of silk,
where it
laid ever so still
until the chrysalis
hardened and where
the metamorphosis began
to unveil
the beauty of
a butterfly.
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