to the silkworm

Just re-arranging our poetry from our creative writing class for our final project, which is going to be in the form of some-sorta-book. A little sneak-peak from one of my poems.





to the silkworm

imprisoned within

silken walls

soft and sticky

shed from your lips

now motionless

easily mistaken

for cotton to plug your ears with

or for pills that make you sleep

you are not

but

you are

destined

to be free

only

when you are broken and dead

and your only creation

to be sold

for much more value

than has ever been given

to you