Black mist escaped the
locked cage in which he aged.
Drones of flies escaped,
leaving a young moth.
Looking out to the city,
it seemed daunting;
an adventure that could beat him.
His metamorphosis was unbearable.
The warm capsule was home to him
allowing him to grow and love.
But that maggot
had interrupted transformation,
working its way into him,
tearing away vision of desire.
He became blind
to the dark city in front of him,
which shook each adolescent limb.