what's the point
once torched,
you're lit up in agony,
once used to be
somebody,
now cancelled,
un-followed.
wet bark can't be set alight
but it'll dry out
before the sun becomes night.
But that's just a fantasy,
as you travel,
through branches hollow.
The worse thing I ever did
was hurt a little girl.
I can't forgive
my sins
as I made
a promise.
A butterfly's wings
cannot always
spread with freedom.