climbing with my lungs
packaged away, pressed,
yet seeping through the blinds
of the butterfly’s ossein cage
where his wings are lodged
between organs, rhyme and reason.
and ever since his rhythms ceased
to pulsate with the same vivid intensity,
i have felt myself tremble
and do find myself kneeling over the edge
of a not-so-finite slumber.
Author notes
for my king.
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stunning. i'm not sure what this is about entirely but it gives me a good feeling and reads so well. the beginning was a killer.
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well done
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this was really enjoyable the passion and emotion in this is just breathtaking! be proud of your work dear it is good
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where his wings are lodged
between organs, rhyme and reason.
those lines are going to run through my head constantly for the next day or so. loved it. -
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thank you! i'm glad
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lovely. especially lines 7-11, they really got me. lovely.
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thank you very much!
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2nd stanza I thought for a sec it said "orgasms."
I see now that it did not.
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haha. i tend to do that whenever i see the word 'organisms'.
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Cool
I liked it. It was nice and you could really see the butterfly in all this. -
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i liked this, i found it quite enjoyable.good write, keep it up.
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