Cocoon Poem by Sarah Hardin

Sea salt rubbed into

the open wound,

bless the scars that have come due.


Black-

down deep; soot not blood

swimming in my veins

poisionious rapture,

clogging the juglar.

If I could of loved you,
the way

an addict loves her hit,

would there have been

a question in your eyes?

No.

Celtic rain soaking my skin,

the garden of all my loathsome sin.

A cocoon of metallic fibers;

entwine this treacherous heart.

I look out amazed that the sun

still shines...the days go on,

as I wait to become what I should be

in your eyes.