Inside a cocoon,
you know no one but you,
you smell your own sweat,
wash your own pride,
kill your own smile,
know how dangerous or soft you are,
lay bricks with no foundation,
smoke with your ears and drink with your nose,
speak with silence and listen to noise,
have a purpose but not a choice,
courage comes in twos but fear comes in one,
fear of a drunk woman,
fear of a drunk child,
in the cocoon,it’s you against you,
a human being with a mirror,
the reflection not distorted,
a cocoon with no openings,
just you and your mind pondering on your thoughts,
cause your teeth have kept your tongue hostage,locked it within it’s cage.
Dark hands 