Butterfly Wednesday

I think another chrysalis has begun to peel away
New wings,
Wet and wrinkled
Appear beneath green/clear garments that cling like clothing
Like skin
Like itch-ridden scabs from old wounds
Pick them off
They disappear
New pink skin beneath them
Like babies
Fresh from the womb

Emerging.

Once again
A new being
Empty
Til blood starts pumping in these withered wings.