Poems for the Mad

Untitled: ii

-I feel like a firefly.
-You were the little kid chasing after me.
-You caught me because I was too scared and entranced by you to fly away.
-Tried to enclose me in darkness.
-Trapped me in your calloused hands
-You held me until my light was dim.
-Then tried to throw me back because I wasn't bright anymore.
-Men like you,
-They chase after women like they're bugs,
-And you want to pin them in your net,
-So you can add them to your cork board collection
-Their carcasses,
- The remains of a body once filled with soul,
- Are stabbed through with a pin
-And triumphantly displayed like a trophy.

-You had me
-I thought that you would throw me back.
-But you didn't.
-I think you liked me because I tried to flutter away out from under your grasp.
-I tried to fly out of the net, unlike other girls- I mean bugs- that you were trying to catch.
-Apparently, I made the cut.
-You imprisoned me in your hands.
-You threw my soul out of this tiny body.
-And pinned my body up in your trophy case.

-Eventually I stopped trying to fly
-I died when you stabbed that metal rod through my chest
-So when my light finally flickered out for good
- You tossed me in the trash.
-Was my dead corpse not good enough for you?
-Was I not pretty enough without that fiery light?

-Turns out fireflies can handle more than I thought they could.
-My light may have flickered out,
-You may have tried to take my life
-And capture my light
-But I didn't die.
-See the light inside a firefly stops glowing  as they are dying.
-When they're on their last legs
-When they are on the brink.
-But it doesn't show that they are dead just yet.
-They still have a minute or two.
-So you threw me out at the wrong time.
-Because I wasn't dead.

-My light came back.
-And this little firefly will never let herself be caught again.