The art of Poesy

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Uhtceare: ten

larvae

Caterpillars are crawling in my skin,
It has tiny hairs that made me tickle and feel itch.
It travels in my neck up to my tounge,
It maybe unpleasant and queasy
But it helps me to scratch down my thoughts
'tlli i voice it out and lash my throat.

as the catterpillar engulf my body,
I wrapped myself in a larvae's cocoon
This silky case spun will protect me
and perhaps inside this silk
I am growing and living.

Until my butterflies innards
are ready to spread their wings