She opened her mouth
To scream yet what came out
We're a trove of the most
Magnificent butterflies.
She had ever seen
She watched with mouth agape
As the butterflies flew away
Along with her anger.
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LOST GIRLS
PoetryThose considering themselves lost girls of society. Godesses of creation among men. Or nymphs of nature. These poems were written for you.
☁️TROVE OF CRIES☁️
She opened her mouth
To scream yet what came out
We're a trove of the most
Magnificent butterflies.
She had ever seen
She watched with mouth agape
As the butterflies flew away
Along with her anger.