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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