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Butterfly Spine
if her spine is the stem
her ribs are the leaves
where insects feed
on her hollow bones
devouring the green
now she is bare and fruitless
with no pollen to offer the bees
bruised and bloody
pale skin eroding
she cries, she tries, she fails
to turn weeds to roses
and grow back the places
where butterflies landed
her ribs are the leaves
where insects feed
on her hollow bones
devouring the green
now she is bare and fruitless
with no pollen to offer the bees
bruised and bloody
pale skin eroding
she cries, she tries, she fails
to turn weeds to roses
and grow back the places
where butterflies landed
Published 25th Aug 2020
Author's Note
Photo by Darya Mamontova
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25th Aug 2020 3:19am
This is so pretty and yet haunting, I love nature images, especially butterflies.
Anonymous
25th Aug 2020 3:23am
Fairy.. this is brilliantly beautiful.. in the list it belongs.. much love and respect..
Dave
Dave
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