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Parchment Skin

16 Monday Mar 2015

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Death, Poetry

I remember
In the hospital
Those last few days
Her skin
Almost translucent
Like wax paper
I was terrified
My touch
Would hurt her
That her skin
Would pull away
But it didn’t
In some way
It was
The only thing left
She could feel
And so I sat
My hand
On her parchment skin
As her light
Slowly faded
I had disappointed
Her in life
But I would comfort
Her in death

Mouth Full of Butterflies

14 Saturday Mar 2015

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Poetry, strength

She was strong
When what
She really wanted
Was to be delicate
Like a butterfly

And so that’s
What she let
The world see
A delicate butterfly

But the world
Had taught
Her lessons
She never wanted
To learn

It was no place
For delicate butterflies

And so
She would teach
The world
Her time
For delicate
Was over

She was now
A strong
Beautiful dragon
With a bloody mouth
Full of butterflies

Epilogue
Over the years I’ve had many dreams and nightmares about dragons eating butterflies. I have no idea what it means, but the imagery is always vivid. And when an amazing Twitter account that I follow changed her avi to a picture of a woman with a bloody butterfly in her mouth, it immediately caused a visceral reaction, and I was compelled to write this, with her permission.

Thank you @CrystalsChaotic for the inspiration and letting me write about it.

For those curious, here are the links to a couple of older butterfly related tweets that her avi reminded me of. Almost a year later they are still among my favorite.

https://twitter.com/angrymemorys/status/460260616029364224?s=09

https://twitter.com/angrymemorys/status/460996139178004480?s=09

Hardened

12 Thursday Mar 2015

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Poetry

It hasn’t happened often
But once in a while
I forget who I am
And let someone in
Just far enough
To break my heart

Each time I tell myself
I’ll never let it happen again
With each lesson learned
My armor strengthens
I hope it’s hard enough
To not let it happen again

Just Beacause

11 Wednesday Mar 2015

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lost love, Poetry

Just because
My words seem
Like they haven’t
Moved on
Doesn’t mean
My heart hasn’t

Just because
My heart
Has moved on
Doesn’t mean
It doesn’t slide back
Once in a while.

I Only Ever Seemed

03 Tuesday Mar 2015

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Poetry

I only ever seemed
To feel alive those nights
We were together

And now that you’re gone
The days drag on
Just a little too long

And the nights feel so empty
Nothing too hold onto
But nearly forgotten memories

And I don’t know
Where I left my heart
Someplace I no longer want to go

Too Many Cold and Dark Things

02 Monday Mar 2015

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dark, Poetry

Too many
Cold and dark things
Crawling around
Inside of me
and I try…
I swear I try
To keep them in
to keep them
From seeping out
And I’m sorry
For the times I bled
My twisted insides
Out on you

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