#potentially
Stowaways traveling the open seas on a trader’s ship.
She’s like a monarch butterfly;
queenly and free.
I don’t know where she comes from,
and I don’t know where she’s going.
Where I’m going.
If she asked why I’m going with her,
and if I answered,
she would leave me, fluttering her freckled wings to the rhythm of my beating heart.
Then I would crawl out from the hiding place we shared.
I would walk out onto the spruce deck for everyone to see
my goodbye to her.
I would wave my fur hat in the air to call out,
”Farewell!”
stretching my arm up to the sky as high as it goes.
Then she would fade into the mist of the Southern villages.
Her posters would be plastered on the clay walls, juvenile as ever.
The coal pencil she used to scrawl his “portrait” on the parchment
left stains on her hands and stains on my clothes.
While we were hiding,
I asked where she came from.
How could she draw so elementary while thinking so wisely?
She spoke the answer in a proverb I couldn’t understand, her voice lilting up and down.
It was like I could hear her wings begin to flap.
What I do understand is a simple saying:
An eye for an eye.
A question for a question,
so an answer for an answer.
I have a plan now for when I must reciprocate;
Make a big scene for everyone to see
my goodbye
to my fleeting, beautiful butterfly.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 12:28 AM UTC
I used to long for death.
Now I'm pleading it to stop.
Never appreciated life.
Now I can't get enough.
No forever is never promised.
It can never be set in stone.
Lately my body has been deteriorating.
The only way to vent is here.
You see I have two lumps in my neck.
Nobody knows what it is yet.
Could be nothing could be something.
It varies from thyroid... lympth nodes swelling... all the way down to lymphoma, aka cancer.
They tell me not to worry.
It's best to prepare yourself for worse.
What if I am dying.
Atleast I'll be ready when my time comes.
After all we are all dying.
Life is inevitable.
Life is unovoidable.
But death is inevitable as well.
There is no going around it.
You and I.
One day we are both going to die.
Maybe tomorrow maybe 13 years from now.
Life is not promised.
I remember last night.
I told her I could potentially be dying.
I told her not to worry.
I told her it probably isn't anything bad.
She tried to fight the tears then the began to flow.
Steady like a stream.
She was breaking because of me.
I told her I need you to be strong.
She said if I died she wouldn't go on.
She said you are the one I wanted all along.
What if this sky wizard called god is out to ruin us.
I asked why he would do that.
She just replied don't go cursing Sky wizards.
If there's a god I couldn't imagine him doing a thing.
Killing a girl at 16.
Taking my life when I've only just begun.
I used to beg for my end.
Little did I know I had only just begun.
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 3:22 AM UTC