Chrysalis - Cloud Rat

We went with hearts too full to know

Reveled in destruction and rage

The home is still faintly burning

Inside, a couple of kids

The crying dust.

The womb of lust

Pinks and oranges fall on the rooftops

The dark and the dampness

Covering the walls in paper thoughts

Of gatherings long since passed

We broke into a billion pieces and finally fell

The cocoon is hard and protective

It’s trimmed in the hair I have ripped

Collected from each creature

The wing veins in the heart burst through

Looking at you, I gasp

But my lungs fill with hopelessness

Dry, sucked-back pupils

Immerse myself in the cracking shell

Thinking of times when the kitchen chair

Would be my bed (The cocoon)

I hear your voice.

Your eyes dart

Toxic secretions coming out of you

Like a colorful hostage behind glass

I strip and enter the last stage

Countermeasures to race these toxins

I’m not dreaming