dix-neuf

I took your wings only to watch you writhe
then complained you were not the same anymore
Heavy breathing, white steam
Crawled all the way back up from the bottom of a well
Vicarious, living on someone else’s prayer
Stuck beneath a rock the shell began to crack
Innocence doesn’t allow for truths to be heard.

I took your wings only to watch you writhe
The ground looks beautiful now
A butterfly formed by the splattered blood,

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