Masks

I wake in the full darkness of the moon light.

Above me they hover – masks filtering toxins from the air.

Robes of yellow drape from the skeletons that surround me.

I yawn, cracking the edges of the cocoon-like shell that encases me

The world opens,

Fear explodes.

Growth comes from destruction.

Will I be a butterfly or will I be a wasp?

New life – evolution – whose choice?

At what cost?