Marked by her yellow-black-white bands, the caterpillar inched cautiously her way up his face onto the right side of his jowly cheekbone line. Her prolegs loved its cool touch. The friction underneath them energized her confidence. Calmly, she crawled her way up and up, and with each passing moment, she saw herself grow stronger and weightier for he had irreverently been feeding her his prideful confessions. Her tiny head gently bobbed up and down as it delicately worked its way up and up the diamond-shaped arch of his right-side cheek.
Suddenly, her head jerked to the right. One of her eyelets had captured what had seem to have been his last gaze to the world. His eyes were missing. In reverence, she bowed her small head and accepted the loss. She drew closer to the steady darkness for what stared back at her were two vacuous sockets voided of light. The eye sockets, sunken and withdrawn, formed a hybris of some forgotten tragedy that ruined his life long ago.
They stood like two yawning, giant caves wherby each entrance would await upon her joyous curiosity. Much hollower, lonlier, and more inviting than the other, nevertheless; it was his right-eye socket on which she chose to moult and lay her silk mat to hook and spin steel. Time grew and so did she. It was there inside his right-eye socket she nestled. Deep inside his eye of bondage, what she believed to have been her new home, her little Israel, she cocooned.
Quickly, it happened. Her newly found compounded vision glimpsed as red orbs lit and beamed gloriously back at her. She thought herself surrounded by and engulfed in flames. She soon uncovered the truth; they had never left him–his bright, red-hot eyes. She felt them gleaming now back at her seductively and penetratingly. And in a flash, her flaming orange wings burst taking off.
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