Not a butterfly

Let me be clothed As a caterpillar, cocooned From the storms, and the rains The bristles on my skin Try and counter the opposing Forces, I am still trying To form an opinion If I like A or B, or if C dances better than D, I scrutinise The dance movements through Eyes that others… Continue reading Not a butterfly



Tethered to A slippery chronology since those Ravenous days of despair, time eating me Away like those termites that vicariously Noiselessly bred in the encroached spaces- Under my bed, inside the hinges of silence: Myriad bubbles forming around my being. (I don't exist anymore.)