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Midnight Chrrysalls

This clinging dark
not death, not bloom
stilled in air. 

Soft walls resist what dares to come
The skin forgets its former hue,
Will light find purchase there? 

A hush before the body breaks,
not wing, not wound, but something near...
The splitting shell reveals a vast, cold, bright despair.

Copyright © Hira Fatima

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