Escape of the scape

 

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

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