I've been playing around a lot lately with the idea of impermanence and momentary fulfillment. I also have a small obsession towards any creature with wings, and more specifically, the importance of freedom that wings can represent. SO mixing these thoughts together along with my current state of mind; I decided to write again. I hope you guys enjoy!
A Mourning Cloak Obsession
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Soft butterflies graze down my spine.
I quickly spin around in time to see
their magical wings explode into bright
bursts of color.
I wipe the pigment off my skin and vainly try to paint the sky again
with their unforgettable patterns.
Drugs and expectations made me walk on this line-
do this line
yet I still find myself
flying back into mankind’s arms;
as if you’re something that could heal me.
I’m drunk on your sweet butterfly kisses and the promises
of lover’s hands around my neck,
but alone in this embrace makes my brain
strain for solitude on the stage
of a starved city.
How painful it is
to untangle myself from your grip
and to drink too much,
and to smoke too much
but still fall completely in love with you.
