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Cocoon

November 29, 2023
By mothball SILVER, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
mothball SILVER, Oconomowoc, Wisconsin
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Curled up and cold, I face my knees, I close my eyes, bones frigid, fragile.

The night laughs. At me, I assume. Moonlight scolds him. I try to sleep.

Daylight knocks warmly on my door. I let her in, and we chat.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean poetic form called sijo.


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