Cocoon
The sheilded body is slow
to open up its eyes.
They taught me everything I knew,
then changed all the rules; Good-bye.
My face was cradled by the softer ones,
saying "it's just not your time."
I once marched in step, then through
me something flew. Well why?
The vulnerable body shakes as it opens,
the door sliding forth. They lied.
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