I’ve got such a lump in my
Throat that
I have to *****
A butterfly impales herself on
My toenails and
Her wings lose their Blue.
The feathers of my lashes
Grind
The sensitive skin beneath
Your windows.
And I shriek
Like a pheasant falling from the sky after being shot.
There will be no being
done when
I’m done
With you.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 5:26 PM UTC
I’ve got such a lump in my
Throat that
I have to *****
A butterfly impales herself on
My toenails and
Her wings lose their Blue.
The feathers of my lashes
Grind
The sensitive skin beneath
Your windows.
And I shriek
Like a pheasant falling from the sky after being shot.
There will be no being
done when
I’m done
With you.
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