Insect Heart

You are not as innocent as me
I want to peel back the glistening tensed muscles, the
preparation
And find your insect heart
Just alive
Unaware
Let's drown to come up again and see the land after the flood
I am not innocent
But that was all dead time
Inside there is a cocoon where a grub sleeps
Unaware of its sticky wings
Not tired, not scared, not hidden
Just alive