Miss Fairytale

Butterflies & Razorblades

Butterflies sting my arms
As razorblades ride the winds,
I am nothing but bone beneath the flesh

Sticky blood and deep, deep veins
I will never be reborn again,
Stuck within this speckled flesh.

The blades swoop in to gnaw at me,
I mustn't move as the butterflies bite
Pushing their teeth deep into my flesh.

Slip another disk to my throat
I thank the Doctor for the pills
As I pluck butterflies and razorblades
from my flesh.

17th April 2004

[ Arthritis ]

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 26, 2011

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