At first, I waited in the darkness for death to come. Then a glint of light compelled me to struggle. Some unknown force pulled me out of my peaceful surrender. I longed to be free. I writhed and wriggled until my entrapment gave way. My coruscant wings unfurled in the morning sun.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #52. Word prompts were “force” & “coruscant.” WC 52. Photo from Wikipedia.
Nice! Beautiful image.
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Thank you, thank you!
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And the metamorphosis is beautiful
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🙂
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Nicely done. I never thought about what the caterpillar feels in the cocoon, but yes, surrender to death sounds right. Then what a glorious rebirth!
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Thank you!
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Beautifully penned. ❤
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Thank you very much!
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