The other girls ran around,
Chasing butterflies
The monarchs, the swallowtails, the painted ladies
Teetering in the air
Trying to balance on ethereal tightropes, their wings trying to catch the wind
But only creating it
As fingers go towards them, trapping them, their wings flapping
Their hearts tapping at their tiny thoraxes, sending their pixie blood through tiny veins
I preferred bumblebees
Humble tufts of yellow and black resting on flowers,
Clumsy enough to catch, small enough to fall for my honey hair
Into my palms
And instead of putting them in jars to starve
I would find the perfect petal
And let invisible wings take their flight.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
