Entangled in darkness
A web of poor thoughts,
Constricting in my mind,
Weaving into complicated knots;

Upon my fallen form
Drapes a robe of black,
And within the cocoon,
Molds a mentality more abstract;

These wings shape from fabric
of The Mourning Cloak,
And in their stark shadow,
Births a woman whose spirit awoke.

August 8th, 2024