I snatched
her brush,
dipped it into the phantom mixture of her tears
and painted my own Neverland
with every stroke I was chipping away
a piece of her soul and
engraving it on my would-be paradise
Alas when I finally came into,
i found her lying in the corner of my dreams, decimated
she
gleefully
died at my arms
out of her still soft tender lips
escaped a dozen monarch butterflies
and now they forever haunt my paradise
the paradise I perfected with her anguish
