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Cocoon
Shattered,
many pieces
left to pick up,
a mirror
of broken lives,
a pile of failures
left to get cut on,
blood dripping
from the wound,
deep inside
bits and pieces
remain, some removed,
surgery did its best
given the circumstances
but the pain is immense,
the persistent thrombing,
longing to be somewhere
else, the body a tomb
not yet finished, more
sacrifices to be made,
until it is ready
to be reborn and molted
out of that cocoon,
transformed into something
else, what it could not be in
life it is in death.
