Chrysalis

Maren Montalbano
3 min readJun 6, 2012
Photo by Bankim Desai on Unsplash

It was coming.

I could neither see nor hear it, but I knew it was approaching. Slowly, deliberately, it was coming. For me.

I waited, suspended and bound in a prison of my own making.

I shivered.

I had been careful. I had been conscientious. My home would be strong, my armor fearsome to my enemies. I climbed inside, entering a state of deep peace. I felt neither hunger nor thirst.

I thought I was safe.

But then…

Something started happening to me, and even by the end of that first day, and I struggled against my golden bonds. No use! I had constructed the walls to be foolproof, even against a fool like me.

It was coming. Exactly what, I did not know, but something terrible and awesome and powerful.

I heard birds chattering above me. “Freak!” they cawed. “Monster!”

Monster? What kind of monster? My heart beat a little more quickly, imagining the horrors outside. I shifted my body a bit and made a rude noise. If there was a monster nearby, I would do my damnedest not to allow it into this sanctum.

As I moved about, though, I got a brief glimpse of my body. My legs were no longer smooth, but hairy…and there were fewer of them! I was colored differently, too: what once was…

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Maren Montalbano
Maren Montalbano

Written by Maren Montalbano

Mezzo-soprano & business coach for creatives. Singer, dreamer, Ren Faire nerd. You can hear me on 3 GRAMMY-winning albums. https://marenmontalbano.com/links

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