sometimes, ugly ducklings
will grow into ugly ducks
and caterpillars will
grow into moths and not
butterflies
because fairy
tales are just tales for fairies,
and we ain't fairies.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 12:45 AM UTC
they say
if you reach too close
to the sun
you fall
to the depths
of the ocean below
like icarus
on his wings of melting wax.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 6:37 PM UTC
the color of blood is not scarlet
or crimson red. it is the rusting
of old metal and the frothing
tantrums of lava. it is an overripe
strawberry left unpicked on
the vine to rot. it is a rose with
thorns or a leaf in autumn,
blown awry by vengeful gusts of
wind. it is streaks of watercolor
against the canvas of the evening
sky. it is a grain of sand in the
harsh desert or a pebble in a small
stream. it is a pomegranate in
persephone's hands or a single
perfect red apple in the basket
of an elderly woman.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 9:24 PM UTC