“STELLA” her pod proclaimed
and therein lay her still form
beating, beating, beating, her heart exclaimed
her shell, gooey and warm
her arms clasped her form
tightly upon her wet skin
her blush still, unlike her flame
no one knew her thoughts within.
her ears, red to the brim
as her danced her fingers across his skin
her heart sang like a hymn
her body, close to his, wanted his sin
”you’re better off in your shell,” they say
with a cord coming from her soft gut
”it’s cold out here”,” they display
but there’s nothing more she wants than to be cut
her body moves lightly
as she dances to the beat
her face, now refined, is so sightly
her childhood, soon to be complete
but, alas, she is stuck
trapped by the men in white
in this pod that is nothing but bad luck
\'Today,’ she says, ‘I will see the light’
“Please, Stella, please stay!”
she steels herself, as she prepares her flight
”stay in your warm, warm pod,” they say
’No,’ she thinks, ‘I will leave tonight!’
her sticky arm reaches for her shell
as she pushes, pushes, and shoves
and finally, breaks free of her cell
her own fluids cling to her like gloves
the air craddled her newborn skin
the warmth of the air huddled her close
her brand new breathes start to begin
as she began her new dose
the drug that keeps on giving
her finger darted to trace her first word, her only strife
the one thing she had been missing
“ L I F E “