Metamorphosis

Slowly oxygen

is entering this prison

ice starts to melt

and streams in tiny waterfalls down the wall

But the floor is empty

and a breeze of November wind

blows one of the curtains away

shortly, the outside world shines inside

but as soon as the curtain closes again

peace returns.

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