Broken Poem by Ranita Badudu

Broken



i used to dream of broken butterfly wings and
slivered spider silk

now i dream of the damned's tears
and deaths and lullabies
different things

and i think
my dreams of olden days
are beautiful in all their brokenness
compared to what
reality
is

Saturday, May 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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