the disappearance of
lightning-bugs-scares
the little dark
place
behind my rib-
cage.
it twangs with
a need of a flutter
and a beat.beating.trying
flying- sensation of wind-under
a beetles wingss. a crea
ture. of peculiarloveliness that
twinges into theee word bee.t.ling
the disappearance of lightning.
bugss. I’m afraid to say. Is bec-
ause… I i I swallowed
them
into
and swallowed them
into the dark of
my chest.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
the disappearance of
lightning-bugs-scares
the little dark
place
behind my rib-
cage.
it twangs with
a need of a flutter
and a beat.beating.trying
flying- sensation of wind-under
a beetles wingss. a crea
ture. of peculiarloveliness that
twinges into theee word bee.t.ling
the disappearance of lightning.
bugss. I’m afraid to say. Is bec-
ause… I i I swallowed
them
into
and swallowed them
into the dark of
my chest.
