Tuesday, May 09, 2006

The Flinch.

We are betrayed by your flinch.

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.


Blogger swan_pr said...

I love this. Two parts not meant to fit, but that do for a little while. thank you :)

Sunday, May 14, 2006 8:24:00 PM  
Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

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..

Monday, May 15, 2006 5:31:00 AM  
Blogger swan_pr said...

I have! I got the url from Leigh's comments... I'm under the spell.

Monday, May 15, 2006 6:07:00 AM  

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