Metamorphosis

Take pride in the chaos of your metamorphosis.

*For © Our Poetry Journey Contest

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Thespian

The kisses you gave me were
promises you didn’t mean.
There I was, like a Thespian,
pretending your kisses can
give me wings, but truly they
were a metal case, clamping
over my heart and lungs. Teach
me how to breathe through my
skin. I don’t ever want to
use my lips again.

*Thespian – For © Our Poetry Journey Contest