queen_butterfly

And just like that, she left. for ever.

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  • queen_butterfly 5d

    How to kill a feeling?

    1. bury it

    dig it a flowerbed grave /watch the way marigolds bloom over a dead thing /do buried bones still ache? /I say I am better but I sleep with a knife under my pillow and a shovel by the backdoor /I say I have gotten rid of you but there is still dirt of you under my fingernails.

    2. burn it

    platform shoes and a rage that's been bubbling inside me since I was born /give me a box of matches and a neat little ribbon to deliver it on your doorstep /a molotov cocktail and a list of reasons to let it die with November /a back-up plan to the back-up plan to set this place up in flames.

    3. poison it

    your guilt never belonged in my mouth /your aching never belonged in my bones /the rotting began in my roots and now my fingernails are bitten down to nothing /equal parts killing and mourning /but I won't swallow this sadness.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 2w

    #quiet #ceesreposts

    EC! Gracias��
    Thank you for the read WN❤️

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    A DROP OF THE OCEAN

    Like driftwood, I waft into madness, rushed into the wilderness of a dazzling world. Neither brakes nor a safety belt, nothing to hold on to but my breath and gut. A frozen block of wood swept by the currents across deep seas. Life can't touch me, I thought. But life already did, scoring wrinkles with each kaleidoscopic sight passing by in a flurry. Now and then, I break out in chuckles, tickled by the magical light illuminating the sacred, before holding tight again. Each encounter, though, relaxes the grip a little.

    Tell me about the world—How will it be to scream my lungs out when catapulted by the gushing falls, plunging into the deep end of the whirlpool with a gigantic splash? — How does the air feel on my skin while stagnant in the tranquil creek? — What will I see and hear from the depths of the ocean bed? — I want to experience everything.

    Let the waves of insanity take me.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 3w

    #monostich #ceesreposts #deadlilac

    EC! Much grateful��

    @/writersnetwork Gracias! For the repost❤️

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    Dispiteous fate

    In another life, I'll be the eclipse you stay up for.

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  • queen_butterfly 4w

    #free #ceesreposts

    Ahaan! EC!��

    Thank you for the kind repost @/writersnetwork❤️

    Gosh! 3rd POD! I ain't dreaming right? Thank you so much Miraquill. Always grateful❤️

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    I am made of memories.
    Muscle fibres project abstract dreams
    and Mothers of the Luna sing lullabies
    until the darkness shatters into softness
    and I can call this all a yarn.

    A ballerina dances on the tip of my tongue-
    gnashers gritted, dress aflame.
    I swallow the phantasm of grace
    without gagging on its aftertaste.
    I learn to savour cinders in the hopes that one day
    I could, like strength, hide in miridical places.

    Every diaphragm hosts a city of ghosts,
    translucent anatomy falls further to shadow
    as paling hope slips from frozen lips uninhibited.
    What becomes of a glass-formed girl
    momentarily imbued with the breath of dragons?
    Are we all destined to learn how
    flames can forge anything but kismet?

    Hellfire lives in freed sun-warmed heartbeats.
    I know Summer-born infants knew the feeling of burning
    long before Prometheus united creation and devastation
    by placing both in the hands of humanity.
    I know Fire-forged daughters never hid from the sun
    but they never seem to fall at its hands.

    I am made of the memories
    of how to become a myth.
    Yet, when floating smoke-formed promises fade
    I do not learn how it feels to be reborn.
    I remain something less than a hero.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 4w

    Do I?
    #hyperbole #ceesreposts #deadlilac

    Woah! EC!��
    Thank you for the ❤️ WN

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    but I have dwindled myself down,
    from colleen, to serpent, to thorn
    and I wriggle in through the keyhole of the door,
    trying to see if I still belong here.

    ~in search of hiraeth

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 4w

    #symbol #ceesreposts #writingcontest

    //curtains of colours in the coldest night's sky: Aurora borealis//

    EC! Always grateful��
    Thank you for the read @/writersnetwork❤️

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    why I haven't gone extinct yet

    oh, the rush of wind on the face when skydiving/ talking about astronomy while stargazing/ the fresh flavours of the sea in a paella marinera/ the curtains of colours in the coldest night's sky/ hands playing peek-a-boo in a coat's pocket/ the thousands of blank pages which are yet to be filled with an assembly of words/ the melancholic aftertaste of sunken ships in the mouth/ unlocking patterns of fairytales like intoxicated fools in romanticised cities/ overthrowing stars with golden lanterns/ the peace lilies, cherry blossoms and red roses which have yet to bloom amongst catastrophes/ pretending to be cinderella in a masquerade ball/ the wilderness of earth which seeks the touch of soft hands/ bathing in an abundance of love until my lungs turn rose gold/ the moment when my heart is failing, my breathing becomes the full stop to my story, and all possibilities end right here.

    ~there's so much more left to live.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 5w

    #simile #ceesreposts #deadlilac

    Woah! So early! Thank you for the repost WN��

    @onlywarrior @rimjim_bora

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    We're like ants in amber; us two.
    Deadlocked, supposed to rot,
    unmoving, because everything
    is so honeyed here.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 5w

    #simile #ceesreposts #haiku #deadlilac

    Damn! EC!��
    Thank you for the read WN❤️

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    chaos

    today, everything
    has decided to crumble,
    to shatter/ like glass.

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 6w

    #haynaku #ceesreposts #deadlilac

    Gosh! EC!❤️
    Thank you for the read WN :)

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    burnt
    red embers
    beneath the ashes,

    ©queen_butterfly

  • queen_butterfly 6w

    #feather #ceesreposts #deadlilac

    Thank you so much @/writersnetwork for the kind repost❤️
    Woah! EC!��

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    Each word this feathery quill inks
    etches itself into the paper,
    as though it's nuzzling itself back into its home,
    as though it knows where it belongs.

    ©queen_butterfly