browns swirl
in natural patterns
exoskelton lies
innocently upon the
legs and tails apart
light chocolate tissue
stretches a lining
a turtle; a mask
she will break free
soon to learn direction
her shell will be scraped
renewal of her soul
brushstroke of a breeze
inhale a new breath
the turtle transforms
a woman she becomes

by Sara E. Pratte

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