03-13-2025, 10:49 AM
A Frigid Bug
I have convictions entombed in glaciation,Yet springtime melts my frosted obstinacy.
I weave a cocoon of icy expressions,
shielding me from greater evils than Helios.
Hidden behind silk and chrysalis,
I am a moth and a butterfly in the same very moment.
Inside, I am the library of Alexandria,
But alike, I am susceptible to flames.
I rise from the ashes, not a phoenix,
But a burnt, misshapen bug bringing no more frigidity.
(I'm also open to title ideas alongside feedback <3 )