Dust Girl
metaphors and alcohol cures the flu.
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.
debteraI
Nice world play sis. I likes
hatefueled replied
thanks.
TheWanderingBoo
wonderful piece of writing
hatefueled replied
thank you
ariyahjoseph
wit and emotion
hatefueled replied
cheers
SaRaHKnOwDoG
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
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.
hatefueled replied
:D thanks chick :) I’ll look him up some time!
3XEternity
Love it!
hatefueled replied
cheers!
hsien-ku
i love that first line – i built you a silver butterfly. lovely!