Metamorphosis

This is a transition—

Amidst barrages, perdition, and murky forces.

The darkness comes before light

As -a -metamorphosis.

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I climbed from the confines

of a silken Hell.

A prison of fiction

where insecurity dwells.

Slicing through the layers.

A sacred portal.

Ashes to ashes—

ascending immortal.

I've gained passage

the dark mistress of weaves.

Liturgy IQ, shy

of a hundred seventy.

Drifting on a stave -designed

by Hawthorne

Feather, bead-baffled spells

of perplexing nomenclature.

My ways may be wicked

-use me as a favor.

Abracadabra!

Suddenly EVERYONE’S savior!

Always needed,

until- I’m not!

Don't put ”baby in a corner.”

and” drop me like I'm hot.”

I hide in shades as a great observer.

The master, the student

and an even faster learner.

Stringing words concurrently,

hook, line, and verse.

Just for fun-

poetry won’t accrue

interest in the purse.

But...in case it's forgotten.

Here’s the deal.

I embrace my weirdness

“see dead people “

—for real.

If I rise- I'm a hero.

Fail- then cast to zero

Render me useless

I am stagnant and limbo.

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I'll Idle alone

and

heal

my

scorn<

To beautiful

a

soul

to be left

forlorn>

I'll carry my dreams

with magical purpose

Tired of dead weight

useless and worthless.

This wickedness-my lover

and NEVER content.

All hail the queen

with zero fucks left.

I've worshiped—sown

flourished—grown.

Carried this chip-

on my own

Sparkling brighter than

a supernova.

Words roll of my tongue

like a satiated lover.

I’ll navigate convergence,

—me, myself and I.—

My brooms got a Hemi!

Sweet dreams,

bye-bye.

I'm a complex

woven tapestry

finely ~spun ~yarn.

Cast- no -misery

do no harm.

Seeking my desires

feasting on lust.

Appetite consuming-

Can't sustain enough.

Smile for the cameras-

Whilst sipping on bliss.

I'm the end-all-be-all!

Bitch this-

Is my metamorphosis!