A Lullaby For a Suicidal Butterfly
A lullaby
For the suicidal butterfly
Tracing figure eights on my window panes.
Broken wings,
Torn by thunderstorms
And rosebushes,
Are still beating fruitlessly:
In hope,
Or foolishness,
The two are interchangeable.
A lullaby
For the suicidal butterfly
Arcing lazily overhead
For a last-breath sunset.
Copyright © Carissa Marie | Year Posted 2018
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