Panic throws up her
force field and solidifies
resistance to the truth;
denial hardens her
.
tortoise-shell exterior.
Her heart has been spared
in this temporary cocoon,
but greenhouse emissions
.
end up blowing a lot of hot
air, and little else of any
real substance. Her foray
into the real world
.
can’t be put off forever,
or she will stunt in her
space capsule, grow gangly
in her soul’s quest for
.
a fruitful life. She hasn’t
yet tasted sun skin to skin,
or roots flying free, or
she would break out.