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 grew every morning
And decayed every night It was a painful, relentless cycle One that the sun and the moon tortured me with But one day I took back my life By dragging myself up to the edge I looked up to the heavens And ferociously screamed “This is my blood and these are my eyes. You will not take me.” I pushed myself off the cliff And into the abyss I fell Now I’m stuck in the middle No longer growing or decaying Just being |