MELLIFLUOUS

Dead and beautiful

pristine porcelain skin
deep dangerous caves , those eyes
they ooze acidic drops of fire
dry and dead they dribble
on the glittering mosaic lips
parted and waiting
swollen red petals in the pool
dying for another dip
drip drip they dribble along
one falls on the shaking shore
and bursts and burns
and twists and turns
a gigantic skull is formed
but something wrinkles and flutters
in the broken bone cage
and a hundred breathing wings
lurch and lunge and launch
to the glass sky above
the cage lies there
insane and injured
and the butterflies turn beautiful