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Fragility
She holds her life in her hands-
A butterfly fashioned from spun glass.
Wings of carmine and cobalt send flecks of light
dancing as they flutter to the beat of her heart.
She holds her breath;
hardly daring to breath
for fear of shattering
such a delicate thing.
A butterfly fashioned from spun glass.
Wings of carmine and cobalt send flecks of light
dancing as they flutter to the beat of her heart.
She holds her breath;
hardly daring to breath
for fear of shattering
such a delicate thing.
Published 11th Jul 2015
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11th Jul 2015 10:37am
I really liked this. I think you could expand on this. I was expecting and hoping for more when i clicked on 'read'.
11th Jul 2015 4:14pm
I've highly considered expanding but when I first wrote this poem (an assignment for a poetry class) I liked the way the ending felt, simply because there was an undefined ending and a sense of but (I sincerely hope that makes sense.) and it left it open as to if she seized the moment or held on out of fear.
