Saturday, July 2, 2011

Evil Butterfly

I wish you would just flutter away.

It took me so incredibly long

to find the ability-

to spare myself

the further shame and humility...

I thought that I had certainly

(and finally)

scraped my heart clean

existentially

to its edges:

Inside

Around

Outside

its entire volume,

creating the hollow

so that I would be able

to place something

new inside it...


Now that I've let you go,

your essence mercilessly

haunts me

every place that I attempt to make new

for me,

still singing in my ear,

ever so torturously soft,

leaving its chilling

kiss on my forehead,

eyes,

cheeks,

nose,

and lastly

on the now useless lips

that I once told you

would always

be yours.

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