AKFAK
By Rey Meyer

I woke with the clock this peculiar morn 

Bizarre, the slogan of my life, indeed 

I realized a shocking change, a stampede 

A metamorphosis– I couldn’t have sworn.  

My hands prickly from arched pincers, rose thorn, 

My eyes myriad, prismatic, with speed, 

In shock, surprise, no horror I decreed– 

A critter, beastie, a bug! I was born! 

I trembled, I gasped, I looked down with pride, 

Ablaze was I with startling romance, 

I whispered to the mirror at my side; 

“So be it choice, fate, mortal circumstance, 

Others cry: ‘how vile!’ yet I shall not hide. 

Closed doors fling open, I breathe in my chance!”