By Kimelia Carter
*Inspired by To Night by P.B. Shelley*
"Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear
leaving me drenched in sensations
the butterflies who fluttered so sweetly
shredded my stomach lining
with the thin blades on their wing tips
The smile that once brighten
the darkest of caverns
leaves me gasping and scratching
through my uncertainty
Your touch once stopped me in my tracks
frozen by its gentleness now
Lingering like an unloved guest
as I choke on its now watered-down sweetness
Your face still scars my memory
and torments my dreams
muscles sore from the constant
ups and downs my face dances with
the tempting melody of false apologies
or the lack of
But yet,
Swift be thine approaching flight
into my life"
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