It feels like the
Weighing down of
Crushing bones
Inside of
Where you've been
Trying to evolve
Beneath the layers of
Someone else's skin
Penetrating seven
Levels of Integument
Attempting to crawl
Through the chrysalis
Trying to shed your ego
With serrated edges
Hoping to bleed through
Into something beautiful
A Moth drawn
To the same flame
A butterfly avoids
Hoping to burn through
On the other side
And emerge the same hue
Praying for a resurrection
Wings still wrapped tightly
In fading colors
Burnt by your transgressions
A soul-fleeting death
Rising through the ash
Butterflies and moths
Representing
The same transformation
In the end