mid-metamorphosis i’m
anthropomorphizing metaphors
before i know which corpse this is
i’m synthesizing exit doors

exit signs there’s flashing lights
that blind my eyes my smile wide
i know all thats left is me to die
a chrysalis with only a fly inside

a flea you see a parasitic host
a lesson in tying knots to choke
out the pains to help you cope
how much wrath can one invoke?

-m.p. 08/17/16