Metamorphic Regression
Do butterflies ever wish they could crawl back into their cocoon?
Must I die to rest.
I miss my mother’s womb
warmth of her breast.
A hungry caterpillar ate
I’m now full.
Stomach stretches, stretches
please explode.
I’m sick of consuming but it's all that I do
I hope I’m a caterpillar
because, if I’m a butterfly
I will die soon.