Deeya Bhattacharya writes

Metamorphosis

Scraping identities

by  moonlight and dew

we hide our dainty

and fuchsia egos

scoop out creamy emotions

in little dishes and

our spinal chills

leave us in deep darkness

dungeons of desires

overcome us

placid eyes brimming

to the core

we exchange peek-a-boos

the child surfaces in you

and I take a deep plunge

in those triangular moulds

that glorified us, once

now no more, the scraps I gather

to make a dissipating collage

of metamorphosis

that left us abrupt.


 Plane Metamorphosis -- Iva Gueorguieva