Metamorphosus
Wet and shivering,
I slowly creep from safety
out into the world.
The sharp scent of change
lingers on my naked skin,
remnant of before,
But that time has gone,
slipped away through my fingers,
leaving a longing
I cannot express,
a faint regret that fades in
the blinding sunlight.
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