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Escape of the scape

Inside my silken cocoon, I cozy in a fetal position.
I feel the suns rays probe my gossamer coverlet in attempt to kiss me deeply.
I am still in childhood and do not understand this attraction, so I giggle in response.
The sun persists, and I will grow big and burst forth despite the comfort of this womb.
In my escape, I will become the tasty scape, a tasty morsel for another.
© Zora Zebic 2016

3 thoughts on “Escape of the scape

  1. did i say this is magnificent?

  2. Lovely poem going back to the start of life. Will follow. Thanks for following mine.