Monday, December 13, 2010

Butterflies And Broken Bones

And I am sad that
The truth is the truth
And I can’t sugar coat
And toss it in rainbows
And make it less hurtful

Like the blow will
Purge itself and flutter

And I am laden with lies
Like you
And everyone

But when the words cut you
And there’s nothing to say

I can hide
In the back of your throat

And scream until you
Flush the spoils
From your veins
And the tiles look less
Of white and more of
Vermillion satin
Water colored

And I can paint with you
And fill the voids with
Cotton because
It’s better to bandage
The wounds and walk

And you will heal
And I will leave you

Dwelling like an
Animal in t he dead of winter

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