Stillborn Every child knows the caterpillar becomes a butterfly. Ugly duckling turns to swan like leaves changing colors (When I Grow Up) personal magic for everyone, always a happy ending guaranteed. (When I Grow Up I Will Be) Child fades into adolescence, always and wraps in the cocoon of clothes, hair, makeup hard shell to keep everyone out (so long Mom, see you in the spring) and like Alice's caterpillar must ask "Who are you?" (I Will Be) larval human, growing under the masking shell. crackling towards adulthood and purpose cocoon spiderwebbing like sugarpane glass peeking out at reality through the cracks, to see promised destiny perhaps? (Will Be) Eager youth, pushing free "Who am I?" sudden blasted chill of dark winter wind cutting fear, come out too soon! nothing outside but freezing void, unprepared adultchild keening, flailing, bleeding half-formed and unalive, bits of self still adhered to shell, tearing away with struggle (let me OUT) too soon, too eager, adultchild tries to retreat into ruined home skinned oyster on the half-shell dying larval creature, twitching insectile "Such is the cruelty of nature, and the balance. Sometimes a creature is born merely to die, purposeless." Screaming Aborted Bastard Chrysalis Thing. -Takhisis * Web Goddesses * #Alt.Vampyres * Denizens * History * Meetings * Words * All text and images are copywritten by their respective creators and are not to be used without express written consent.