A (Petulant) Metamorphosis

Question: Are YOU finally finished?
Answer: Why yes, I am. They know my restful longing as it fills my heart with the landscape of profanity and shell shaped promiscuity. The learned fight the impulse to partake in such a shallow exchange of lustful deliverance but I am fully equipped with double standards and I will bite right through my open-winged temptation as it hinges on the edge of shapeless desire. I wish to contain those feelings alike as they intrude onto my mindless want– but I reach to feel the human experience of hapless longevity that carried me through adolescence. Derelict, I fringe on the wings of gaudy, tasteless vulgarity and sip from the sins I have repressed in the back of my mouth for such a long time. It is not long before I slip into a formidable façade like the daunting transition from adolescence to maturity. The warm innocence of childhood play mates and hour long temper-tantrums begins to make way for the next phase in an aging cycle. Here, the uninvited misfortune of puberty loiters on the outskirts of human existence like a lonely teenager unmoved by the transcendence of God’s perfect creation.