I feel like a part of me is dying.
An old part of me.
I feel like the crysalis of my body is beginning to slough off.
It is rough, scaly like snake skin and moves past me.
With every step, I feel it dragging against the earth.
Bits and parts of it are beginning to fall off and I see a trail behind me.
I felt a pair of angel wings expanding out of my spine.
Their tips of light and iridescence.
Attached to these wings was a body, a human form.
It was slowly rising out of me, ready for all to see.
An old part of me.
I feel like the crysalis of my body is beginning to slough off.
It is rough, scaly like snake skin and moves past me.
With every step, I feel it dragging against the earth.
Bits and parts of it are beginning to fall off and I see a trail behind me.
I felt a pair of angel wings expanding out of my spine.
Their tips of light and iridescence.
Attached to these wings was a body, a human form.
It was slowly rising out of me, ready for all to see.