tired of hearing talk of
butterflies are tired
of their wings being the
object of one’s affection
and we are one to
talk about the skin
that dress souls like gar-
ments that we peel off
at the end of a long day
we are raw and naked
and who to see us if not
just curtains & hollow
bathtubs filled
with aching spines that
carry heavy souls and
what’s the point if nobody
asks to look inside anyway?
tired of talk of skin and form
there is so much more to see
just ask about
metamorphosis
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
tired of hearing talk of
butterflies are tired
of their wings being the
object of one’s affection
and we are one to
talk about the skin
that dress souls like gar-
ments that we peel off
at the end of a long day
we are raw and naked
and who to see us if not
just curtains & hollow
bathtubs filled
with aching spines that
carry heavy souls and
what’s the point if nobody
asks to look inside anyway?
tired of talk of skin and form
there is so much more to see
just ask about
metamorphosis
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