my skin is
so tight i
cannot breathe a
stretched ballon a
snake but my scales
refuse to shed so
i stand there
hoping someone will
walk by and
peel away the
layers of constriction as
my chest heaves
and the air will
taste so sweet
YOU ARE READING
metamorphosis
Poetrya collection of poetry written during quarantine, the tumultuous 2020 school year, and the entering into a post-covid world. randomly updated.