The Caterpillar- Momina Arif's Blog
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The Caterpillar

When the days came crashing I whispered promises into debris

Made demon deals and blind dives into things you don’t return from

But I wanted my skin off

I was no butterfly and I was a wicked caterpillar

I believed in nothing and with every feather I collected off the earth

I wanted to fly less into those treacherous heavens.

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