joEy has been trapped for months
like a butterfly in a jar
his colorful wings unseen
unable to fly

he slides down the glass
as her authority grows
he regresses to his caterpillar
her secret powers reverse him

he tries to look towards his feet
he desires a clear mind
but she grows in his soul
like cordycepts

his planet demolishes
his time erases
his spring returns to bud
he sinks into the hole of the earth

her indifference
launches his inter-dimensional travels
he grasps in his nightmares
desperately trying not to choke on his umbilical cord

his sweetness grows bitter
his medicine spoils to poison
beauty and grace transform
into neediness and shame

he surely was lucid
before her secret powers made him mad
he would choose his safety
but nature risks his destruction for her

he prays an angel
places joey's jar on her shelf
she could peer onto his 3-dimensional winged form
two days a week