The Chrysalis and The Peach

I’ve been in the chrysalis

where you can’t find me

oh, it’s so promiscuous

all this

self-discovery

but at some point it hit..

all of the shocks and traumas

from inside my mama

made me

cry and scream

but, through the screen

there was only pink

no green

yes, I picked the peel off an orange

that was too soon for the sun to need

they pickled the peach too young

it bleeds..

like when he:

“pricked his finger

and threw his dinner..”

( abruptly stopped )

shhh.. now is the time for sleep.