she grazes
the soul,
tumult in
her coming,
the pang
of proximity,
dew heavy
over exotic petal,
her absence
bullet-riddled
over umpteen
male faces,
a gnawing
melancholy,
restlessly at
high tide,
a massacre
of butterflies,
a massacre
of butterflies,
crushed torn
powdered
ash dust
in flight
a massacre
of butterflies,
a massacre
of butterflies,
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
she grazes
the soul,
tumult in
her coming,
the pang
of proximity,
dew heavy
over exotic petal,
her absence
bullet-riddled
over umpteen
male faces,
a gnawing
melancholy,
restlessly at
high tide,
a massacre
of butterflies,
a massacre
of butterflies,
crushed torn
powdered
ash dust
in flight
a massacre
of butterflies,
a massacre
of butterflies,
