Midnight Butterfly

Perhaps a shadow of my former imagination

Flickering, fluttering in the corner of my (heart?) eye

Happiness is like the butterfly

Sinking to the bottom of the kill jar

Spread, sprayed, and pinned to velvet

Mounted for the world to see for ages


Is reality like the butterfly

Floating, flying through winds across the (mind?) land

It’s beauty to fool predators

Pollinating, fornicating, fodder in a web

Delicate, tenuous as dust

From damaged wings

Spiralling towards the false safety of glass

Published by psychoterrierpy

Thoughts and Feelings; Poetry and Prose; Ramblings and Prophecies.

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