breaking through/being broken

don't even know how old this one is

Today, a butterfly ate its way through my cheekbone.
I tried to ignore the tearing sensation of wing through sinew,
the rebirth in my body that wasn’t mine,
wasn’t mine at all.

I’d been praying to God for years to break out of my cocoon,
find a new skin.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one.

Reviews

[stephen dillon]

perfect is all i've got to say about this one
btw i would take it as a great favor if you would review some of my works

[Seshat Nidaba]

This is is a poetic tour-de-force, these 2 lines so stun the reader as to leave them wondering if this shouldn't have been a longer poem?

1. Today, a butterfly ate its way through my cheekbone
2. I’d been praying to God for years to break out of my cocoon

This felt like a read, that will be continued in much of your later works. I shall wait and see :)