A Small Ball of Little-ness.

I roll up into a small ball.

Rocking - a caterpillar - roley-poley - wiggle...

No more green left on the leaf.

Shaking and I don't know who I am - caught in my own skin - tearing at my own flesh...

Wasp eggs sprouting...

No time.  No essence.
Just...


  Explosion:

 
                       You will never be a Butterfly.