mutably exclusiveby Anyssa Kym

would the widow

ever wish to return

to the lips of

her first kiss,

risking sacrilege

must expectation

always accumulate

old laundry

in the hourglass

tales so often woven

around pupa's

morph to imago

struggle of crawler

into winged angel

today i wonder

of the tattered chrysalis

where none yet

pay homage

how effectively

growth inherent

sufferance

has wooed

temporal

amnesia to its

sheets

in hangnails of home

in falling of bridges