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Dust Girl

I built you a silver butterfly.
But it got caught in a wire web and it’s wings turned to shiny dust.
Faerie dust in a cold winter wind that whips it like blades of glass into our eyes.
I feel like the last of a pathetic species smothered in spilt oil.
They’ve been calling me a pest. A threat.
When they’re rid of me they may realize it was the rats carrying the plague.
Fix me. polish the pretty penny.
They make it sound like money solves it all.
From this brown grass view even the stars have such big tears.
Even as they swim in green.

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Tags

glass, love, butterfly, oil, wire, money, hate

Comments

  • debteraI
    debteraIover 5 years ago

    Nice world play sis. I likes

  • thanks.

    – hatefueled

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooover 5 years ago

    wonderful piece of writing

  • thank you

    – hatefueled

  • ariyahjoseph
    ariyahjosephover 5 years ago

    wit and emotion

  • cheers

    – hatefueled

  • SaRaHKnOwDoG
    SaRaHKnOwDoGover 5 years ago

    I love this Paula ! : ]
    Wonderful, emotional and scary ! A great piece of poetry \ writing.
    Have you heard of a writer, Earl McMurray ? He wrote a book called Paradise Motel. Think you may like it ? It’s very dark and poetic. He also wrote some poetry.

  • SaRaHKnOwDoG
    SaRaHKnOwDoGover 5 years ago

    He is dead now of course thats how good he is, ( that was a stupid joke ! ) died quite young, think he may have killed himself ? Shame, great writter, would have loved to see how he developed.

  • :D thanks chick :) I’ll look him up some time!

    – hatefueled

  • 3XEternity
    3XEternityabout 5 years ago

    Love it!

  • cheers!

    – hatefueled

  • hsien-ku
    hsien-kualmost 5 years ago

    i love that first line – i built you a silver butterfly. lovely!

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