Monday, April 30, 2018

Ode to butterflies (the project)

Hands over my ears
tears streaming down the insides of my cheeks,
I will turn from you
I feel like a failure, for it's my own voice haunting me
I want to put this whip down, but everytime I throw it
that very action, rains lashes down
I stare at the mirror, a girl with a shattered face states back
I know her, but it's been so long
I thought I'd banished this demon
She's back, she's tormenting me
"Cut, cut, cut,
Red River runs, snaking around the white surrounds,
pooling at your feet, worship me, you love that you're alive while I run dry,
you love me, the heat cooling, chaos turns to calm
as the warmth of your breath slows
You know you love the adrenaline rush I give
with each sliver, each slice
come play with me again
cut, cut, cut (no butterflies to keep alive today)"
I quiver but won't back down
No I will not go back to playing with your lies
my life is worth more, my sanity is stronger
There's no bone china here
There's no line you can feed me, I'm not swallowing your bullshit
Go back to wherever you've been
I'll not entertain you
I'll not dance with you
not today, not anymore
I don't need painted butterflies to save me


freeflowpoet