Nymphalidae

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The shadows of your lids

Embroidered in the veins.

Built to mesmerise,

Were set down on wasteland.

When you said

I could take your wings when you were gone

I felt so small,

I couldn’t look you in the eye.

I wouldn’t drink from the pool that you called escape.

No ripples could beat in time with my averted gaze.

That astral brocade that followed you here,

Stripped some glamour from your weight

And, burnt out, congealed in my guilt.

I never asked you to come

Yet your tapestry is hanging.

With warmth and with promise

If I could shuffle still my soles.

It hurts me to see all the colours align so near,

And watch the trembling force

Iridesce.

Please take your promises and whispers

And squander all that you have

On another one

Who’s able still to raise you their head.

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(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016

 

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