Cocoon

Iridescent strands

Woven by dancing fingers

sealed together by crystal tears

 

She breathes in moondust

letting winter take hold

making everything porcelain

 

Her creation shimmers

and shudders

as if it were to blow away

yet she continues.

 

As she finishes

her lungs expel the last

of the warmth

from frosty lungs

 

and falls to endless slumber,

safe within her cocoon.

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