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I bookmarked this page;

Forgot what I was gonna write, 

But today I had woken up different.

Wasn't a man-

Not even a fleshy hue

A worm, I became

Metamorphosis can be cruel-

never have I felt so vulnerable.

My limbless body squirmed.

Dragged itself toward shelter,

Grinding against dirt and dust, 

Filth so small it's naked to most eyes.

Grime, everywhere grime, almost drowned. 

Crawled into someone's ear.

My last and first option;

A better fit than I though.

My new castle made of wax-

One way in and one way out.

My back to the wall-

Can see my enemies coming.

And, my timing, perfect,

Winter had just begun,

My brethren were shut out,

left to contend with snowmen and angels.

Spring at its followers appeared,

My cycle was almost over.

The metamorphosis became kind,

I laid my eggs.

To be honest it was bittersweet:

I'll never see my hatch-lings grow.

The life of an insect inside an ear is all too brief.