these sheets hold tightly
to heavy bones
i made my home in them
while the sun rose and fell,
wrapped myself up in this cocoon
and waited for the night
to drip stars from the sky
i move within their light,
escaping a skim of shadows
by melding with the moon
i tip toe
between time and trauma
i wade through weary worry
and rise from wreckage
i am in the midst of a
metamorphosis
there are words on my tongue
begging to be free
and with every breath
i fly over the darkness,
a whisper with butterfly wings
-ashley jane