You were not the
Monarchs fluttering
in my womb. Just a
consequence of drinking
too much. They drowned
in the regrets I swallowed.
But some nights
I ***** the memories
wrapped in cocoons
and place them in old
shoe boxes.
And someday when I am sober
I will untape the wound,
release the butterflies,
and set myself free.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
You were not the
Monarchs fluttering
in my womb. Just a
consequence of drinking
too much. They drowned
in the regrets I swallowed.
But some nights
I ***** the memories
wrapped in cocoons
and place them in old
shoe boxes.
And someday when I am sober
I will untape the wound,
release the butterflies,
and set myself free.
