Memory plucked

From earliest stage

Cocoon hijacked

Inserted with rage


Raging reckless

Moth is social outcast

Waiting till the streets are empty

But the sky is full

Because stars are my only friends

Butterflies are bullies

Magnificent wings should be plucked

Glory meant to mine

I was abused by the daylight

Emptied of purity and childlike wonder

Words and no lover

Lover of fewer and fewer words

Till my soul is sewn, still bleeding

Moments I never finished living

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