Trust the Mess of Metamorphosis
Volume I, Trust the Mess
Alone inside a chrysalis hovering above the threshold between my undoing and my becoming without hands to manipulate what parts would go where, nor feet to bring me to the place I thought I should be, nor vision to see what was shifting within, nor mouth to taste the sweetness of beginnings nor the bitterness of the end, I cried o…
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