Inside my silken cocoon I cozy in fetal position.
I feel the suns rays probe my gossamer coverlet in attempt to deeply kiss me.
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, another’s tasty morsel.
© Zora Zebic 2016