With each breath of the butterfly’s wings
My ribs cracked open one by one Spilling out tangled vines and veridian hues To reveal a glistening obsidian cave Completely vacant except for a box of matchsticks Tucked away between a mouth and a heart “Ignite me” read the box And so we went up in flames
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I am your evening primrose
Blossoming in the darkest of nights. My boundaries have been cut And my roots stretch towards you As the moon rises in syncopated heartbeats. Under the erratic glow of night My soul begins to bloom When you water me with your words of sorrow. I feed endlessly on the vacant lot That is your sad, silly heart. Choking on the humility and vulnerability you possess My petals wilt and close up with the bitter sting of dawn. I will lay dormant for those unbearably bright hours Until you visit me with your nectar once more. With a fire in my belly
and your emblem on my soul the little worm of truth crawled out of my ear to see me triumph I inhaled the misplaced and unsaid words and exhaled foxes, setting them free The leopard and the owl sat in the snow basking in the warmth of my bosom watching as the worm kissed my lobe and I became consumed by the flames licking me up and effacing the remnants of your mark |