CATERPILLARS

Soft footfalls along a peat-strewn path, through grasping underbrush she passes.

Leaves stir in a breeze that carries my laugh, and we meet amidst the wild roses.

Speaking softly not to disturb the larks, secrets shared in the forest's heart.

Can you hear the caterpillars marching beneath my skin?

Building cocoons between my ribs once again.