Metamorphosis is Murder

Metamorphosis is Murder

Nobody talks about what happens when your insides liquify but your outside looks the same.

Pummeled by rain sleet and snow no one knows that you are goo inside.

You no longer exist.

You are fighting for formation from nothingness

You are all possibility but not reality

Formless

But bills still need to be paid

Kids fed

Dog walked

So the goo that is you uses the shell, the husk of your past life to mange your present

You are detached

Untethered

Because you no longer exist

It hurts

This nothingness that you have become in order to become what you already are

An existence on a plane you can't fathom in this current state of jello

Like the caterpillar you have dissolved

But have yet to exist fully

You are puddy

Vulnerable

Your exterior feels inferior

As it doesn't match what has yet to hatch

You are a changeling In the invisible

To the untrained eye nothing is awry

Except you seem Distant

Indifferent

Cold

Wait, now you're bold and blustering

Unwavering in your convictions

Yet you question them

What is this? This dissonance?

It is formed formlessness

Chaos on the inside Calm on the outside

Stormy seas and a calm breeze

Dichotomy

Infancy

Ancestry

Becoming

Unearthing

Forming from the goo

Yet they don't see you

Because your cocoon looks like stability

Trauma comes in handy I guess

I appear strong when I am breaking

Awakening is violent.

There will be scars

The butterfly has bullet wounds