Metamorphosis

Everything I carry, everything inside me, is crouched, ready to pounce and betray me. I want to be scrubbed clean, made vacant, reborn. I want to shed this skin, claw my way out of myself.

I’m terrified, I want to get ripped apart. Someone, anyone, needs to crack through this infinite armor, slice me down the center, so my guts spill out. I want to be shredded, cored, hollowed out and refilled.

I want to be taught. To finally learn.