The Flinch.
We are betrayed by your flinch.
Me a grotesque monster
tearing wings from butterflies
to smear their scales
across my jagged soul
You a chrysalis of unresolved damage
living in the past
confused by the flashes
of your confident lashes
We fixed each other a little.
But we should quit now.
Icarus was not as bright as the sun.
Me a grotesque monster
tearing wings from butterflies
to smear their scales
across my jagged soul
You a chrysalis of unresolved damage
living in the past
confused by the flashes
of your confident lashes
We fixed each other a little.
But we should quit now.
Icarus was not as bright as the sun.
posted by Crunchy Weta at 4:52 AM
3 Comments:
I love this. Two parts not meant to fit, but that do for a little while. thank you :)
Thanks Swan (You do have the oddest taste!) If you want to see some really dark (errm should read harrowing) poetry try this link..You have been warned..
http://error-404-page-not-found.blogspot.com/
I have! I got the url from Leigh's comments... I'm under the spell.
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