Butterfly

Butterfly

A Poem by Penny Dreadful

What is this growth beneath my skin.
Why does it crawl and creep within.
I feel it feeding from me, this little parasite.
The only movement inside is of dead butterflies.

 

Why did I kiss him, feel him, lead him on.
Together we created this butterfly, dead butterfly.
I'll make an abortion of you, little parasite.

 

What is this hunger, don't you feed enough.
It's fair to blame, you weren't created in the realms of love.
I feel it beating in me, little parasite.
Your little broken heart, dead butterfly.

 

Why did I kiss him, hold him, send him home.
Alone I'll end this butterfly, breathing butterfly.
I'll make an abortion of you, little parasite.

 

I feel you feeding from my veins, little dear.
I feel you feeding on my pain, little dear.
Purity upon you has been lain, little dear.
You were conceived upon the raindrops dear.

 

I'll make no abortion of you,
Little butterfly,
Darling butterfly,
My one and only butterfly.

© 2010 Penny Dreadful


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Bittersweet. Hurting and lovely. Great.

Posted 5 Years Ago


nice..
i kind of liked this..
good write..

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow.

You have real talent Lauren, this is an amazing, deep and meaningful write about the pain and hurt of two peoples mistake.

Posted 10 Years Ago


i really like this, thank you for sharing

Posted 10 Years Ago


I loved this write ,it was intense and left me feeling breathless in the end...a feeling thats hard to explain. This was a very unique and interesting piece,happy to have read it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Penny Dreadful
Penny Dreadful

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I'm Lauren. Writing is my way of expressing all of my emotions, I don't really know how to do it physically without someone getting hurt. I am generally quite akward to be around. I like to keep to.. more..

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