Take My Wings

Butterfly fragile,

my wings new grown.

I flew. I dreamed,

and I flew

right into your net.

Coaxed by a breath of words

fluttered into my susceptible ears,

Entrapped by my own desire.

to believe

that the intensity in your eyes

was more than the clinical interest

of a magnifying glass.

Pin my wings,

taking out your heart

even as I strip bare.

Mount me.

I helped you weave the net

so much thicker, so much tighter,

with my own indiscretions.

Bind me, wrapping me fast

into my cocoon.

Turn me back

from newly metamorphed butterfly

to graceless worm.

I let you experiment,

your gaze scientist cold,

forgetting I once knew

how to fly.

Find it here.

Left Behind

My miserable friend,
companionably muted.

They constructed our cage
from reflections of their own
despair and disappointment.

I dreamed your dreams.
We shared their darkness.

Together we huddled.
We never told

until the door opened.
I flew fast on stolen wings.
The window closed
with you left behind.

I escaped our cage,
the one they built,
only to craft one of my own.

I made my bars with hate and self loathing.
I can't break them.

I hope you are far away,
flying free,
leaving me behind.

The Year Rolls around again

These are the last two in my Four Seasons series.

It's less than a week until the new year begins and my studio space and my online spaces are still in a state of disarray.

I would love to start the new year with my space organized and my plans and ideas ready.

What do you have planned for the new year?