I guess I could've
stopped the end of the world -
left in rotting and
tumbling into cheeto dust,
licking the residue off my fingers.
but I didn't want to
I flicked my tongue and
pieced the shapes back together,
destroying my own form
in the process
it was worth it
because I knew that
the butterflies would fly again,
you see
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:39 PM UTC
I guess I could've
stopped the end of the world -
left in rotting and
tumbling into cheeto dust,
licking the residue off my fingers.
but I didn't want to
I flicked my tongue and
pieced the shapes back together,
destroying my own form
in the process
it was worth it
because I knew that
the butterflies would fly again,
you see
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