A Butterfly's Corpse

eyelash shadow

jesus's trembling body ripped by rage on my walls
sometimes, i feel it too.
the shadows of your eyelashes
dancing
as the sea writes
about pearls and discarded needles.
your lungs are soft
and the shadows grow my pupils out
the dying man approaches
and the butterflies shriek
his eyes like an assault
cold red candle wax dripping in your trachea
as he grips the last ashes of the butterflies blue wings
hypnosis loves you
and everything is okay.
my brain filling the needles up
and i feel it too
the numbing misty mermaid rage