solid lines and silky vines
wrapping around a hollow center
light trace of a woven embrace
pushing through with all its might
Spinner spin your wheels
as spiders weave their webs
this soft cocoon couldn't come so soon-
death, has been postponed
like a caterpillar nearly frozen
I'm taken in
sown and woven
hunkered down
and feeling volatile
a filthy blood bath
to shed away the past
you knew me
you formed me
you shaped me
you broke me
Come forth,
Beautiful butterfly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a wonderful read.. so deep, very descriptive