Dear Universe, You can’t fool me anymore. I know a cocoon is not a coffin. It was you who taught me - every blooming thing is a love response to a rupture. Please put in your notes the following: A) your hardness will only make me soften, and B) if you keep cutting me open, I will keep grafting wings into the proud flesh of my scars leaving you to explain to the underlords why the things they sent to destroy me only made me fly. August 2023
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“…a cocoon is not a coffin.” Oh my god, that hit me so hard. This is gorgeous and I’m thrilled to hear the fire in your voice again, my friend ❤️
The things that life thought would destroy me added to my strength.