A quiet promise in my
mind: "I will free
myself soon"
Eventually decay
splits my walls
wide open
The rot has got
me angry
hot
(Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot)
Most butterflies get
free at 21,
23
I'm 37 now and
the grey layers
run deep.
Mummy-like, weigh
me down, keep me
buried underground
mind: "I will free
myself soon"
Eventually decay
splits my walls
wide open
The rot has got
me angry
hot
(Becoming a butterfly is not what I thot)
Most butterflies get
free at 21,
23
I'm 37 now and
the grey layers
run deep.
Mummy-like, weigh
me down, keep me
buried underground
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