Waxing Gibbous

Waxing Gibbous

She thought herself a Butterfly 

and bargained with the Sun,

only stopping to taste flower-water

in rainbow colored gardens.

And on occasion she is a Moth

and dances with the Moon,

only stopping to scare children

with her dusty-dark screams.

But the light inside never wavers

shining through her pain,

she makes the girls giggle

when they are pulling off her wings.

In her heart she is the Mosquito

flying neither here nor there,

the taste of blood is all shes after

not looking for a place to land.

She hungers like a killer

and is interested in only one thing,

turning everything she touches black

and having me to write about it.

Reviews

[Chris]

I soooo empathize with the last stanza...

[Abigale LeCavalier]

Thanks! I'm actually rewriting this piece right now. It's a bit disjointed, look for it later. :)