This cocoon
of fat
I spun for
many years
is finally breaking
away.
The layers
crafted from
food and
sloth
are melting
like Spring.
What’s left
inside
is anyone’s
guess.
No one
remembers
the caterpillar
that first
began weaving
this shroud.
The cocoon
has been me
for so long
it seems
like forever.
I can only
hope
there’s
something left
when the
cocoon is gone.
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