the butterflies swarm my skin
crawling under my fingernails
their wings tear and shatter into
tiny little shreds
and they bite at me
devouring my eyes and mouth
my tongue dissipates into their teeth
they want to find my bones
what's left of their wings slices memories
on my forehead
memories i wouldn't want anyone to see
you watch from a distance
and marvel at me
because the butterflies looks so pretty
as the eat my brains
the swarm looks so delicate
as it kills me
you can only see the beauty of it
and i can't even scream
to let you know that what you find so pretty
is what is hurting me
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
