deeplying falling kissing wishing
hoping loving hugging believing
how a butterfly was a bug
inside a bag of tender skin
like me
lasting, blasting, feeling, crying
destroying, allowing oneself
to die____like you like me
We are all inside a room called life
dying climbing tearing the walls
wishing we could escape
no such thing
Our creatures say there’s more outside
but no one has seen the after-life
so like a bug inside a bag of tender skin
we dream we can become the butterfly
we love:
to fly away.
:: 03.18.2022 ::