Clipped Wings

You can have them back 
The butterflies wings 
you've clipped
on the night stand 
next to the razor blades and Needles
Those Black cherry candles flickering the shadow of slip of smoke dancing towards the ceiling 
where you are staring 
wondering if I'm staring at my ceiling too

But I'm not
Instead I am stitching the 
hole you burrowed into my heart
Trying rid my fingers of their touch

I still feel you touching me 
Closing my eyes 
like the moments with you
were equivalent to my last breath 
Whispering to me about 
stars and hopscotch 
The whatnots you exclaimed to be 
Lost in me 
When there was only one painted lady
Circling to her last breath and the last beat of her maroon wings.

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

Imagery! IMagery! IMAGERY! Wow; if I had one word to describe this piece I think you'd be able to guess what it was by now and dayum! You did it right. I honestly wasn't expecting that and I was quite pleasantly surprised! Very powerful write! Great job!

[A. Amos]

Great work buddy...hope life is treating you kind. Now bit free and would return to read more of your work!

[Alisa Js]

Beautiful and oh, so eloquent!

Love the passion.

Alisa💫

[θεά]

Powerful, powerful imagery in your lines. Hard-hitting and evocative, this brings out anguish in the reader as strongly as it seems to have roused the writer.

Good work.

Look forward to your other works,

Best,
M.

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. A powerful realization and purification from this. You awaken to the truth. An excellent write. ....:))))