Silk is the soul

Curled up

Compact. Claustrophobic. Cocoon.

Feeling homesick. Scared. Anxious.

I curled up at the back of a container-like think.
Day after day waiting. Waiting to escape.

The non-spacious dome loomed upon me.
Trapping me.
Protecting me.

I awaited to escape from this hot awkward shape.

Back to listing