You’re now grown fat,
your heavy eyes
no longer hold
their old hunger.

Spin your new home,
coil yourself,
get comfortable,
and liquefy.

Feel it all fall,
float in yourself,
stir your own soup,
give up your form.

Find your new eyes,
fashionable wings.
Nothing woken
didn’t slumber.


One Response to “Pupate”

  1. I like this.. clean and minimal… and I like the ending. A new thought. For me, at least.

    Blah to ads in yr blog tho!

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