A tattoo flutters daintily up from her sternum
To the top of her shoulder
Two butterflies in playful chase
As the flow of time runs thin
It begins with a benign growth in the breast
But a year melts by
And the reassurances slow to a trickle
She can still hear her mother’s last words to her
Ink drips through the layers of skin
She bites her lip
Perhaps she would cry
But the river has long since gone dry
Her mother kept butterflies
And so she must too
Little childYou run in the streetI will crash my car Aware of the dangersOnly me in a sea of cars I hold you as you wiggleBut the cars pass People don't have the timeFor youLittle child You can't speakTo tell your storyBut to me little childYou are a pearl A black...
You sit there and crySqueezing your handstears on your cheeks I wishI couldMake the painGo away I wishI couldTell youIt makes you stronger But I can'tLie to you
Stopping at the storeTo pass the timeBroken wheelsAnd cold handsLines forever long Brilliant little flowers everywhereDripping dewRolling crystalline coreShattered in space Walk hand and handStroll around the stonesFind the centerRetrace An unknown rainstormCatching...
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