...I woke up and heard the birds chirping. Grotesque.
A fairy slices off her wings
With a wooden blade
Sharper than words
She has a sloppy hand
One wing dangles
By a sliver of hope
A silver lining is in a cloud today
Singing a song to herself
A song of bliss
As the white colored blood drips
Down her back
"Mommy look at me soar!"
A man and woman are fighting
She thrashes, he screams
A child is crying
A smile on her face
Grinning ear to ear
Tears of stillness
Like a lake in the moonlight
In all white, she's stained
Down her spine her blood runs
Like the color of a heavenly demons soul
Can you see the monochromacy
In this world of hues
"Mommy look at me soar!"
...This morning I woke up
And heard the butterflies laughing<br>
...Since when do fairies and butterflies eat maggots?...
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Veins In My Other Form
PoetryThis book is a collection of moment poetry, things that pop in my head. I don't backspace unless its a typo. Please enjoy..
