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The night bird urges me awake with a shrill call. while
a silky flutter caresses my cheek and loosen me from my dreaming thrall.
my lips form a gentle smile as I stretch my naked sleeping shape. I
press my fingers to the spot where the tiny tremble did drape.
my eyes slowly open from dream to day, battling
the unfastened remnants of sleep as they slip away.
instantly in horror I see a nightmarish sight. bloodless
death dripping from the left and the right.
thousands of butterflies dying and dead. covering
my bed, the carpet of red, and even my dark brown head.
lifeless colorful corpses pattern the room. crimson
black, jade, and turquoise create a macabre costume.
plucking carcasses from my hair, I wipe a tear from my eye. considering
the only thing my shocked mind can manage, why did so many butterflies have to die?
a silky flutter caresses my cheek and loosen me from my dreaming thrall.
my lips form a gentle smile as I stretch my naked sleeping shape. I
press my fingers to the spot where the tiny tremble did drape.
my eyes slowly open from dream to day, battling
the unfastened remnants of sleep as they slip away.
instantly in horror I see a nightmarish sight. bloodless
death dripping from the left and the right.
thousands of butterflies dying and dead. covering
my bed, the carpet of red, and even my dark brown head.
lifeless colorful corpses pattern the room. crimson
black, jade, and turquoise create a macabre costume.
plucking carcasses from my hair, I wipe a tear from my eye. considering
the only thing my shocked mind can manage, why did so many butterflies have to die?
This is an entry to the 
contest: Twisted Wasteland...we were supposed to think Dr. Suess in hell.
This is somewhat a twist on a bit of an inside joke, and it meant to make those that know the joke laugh. But I understand most of my watchers will wonder what is wrong with me...
...and I'm not saying there isn't something wrong with me, but it is a pointed poem with a humorous intent.
There is less right at the moment, actually, but hey...there is only forging on.
And Morgan...you know how much I like girly things...but this idea came to me when I was out running as the butterflies seems to be following me...and it basically wrote itself. I still love butterflies, dear.
contest: Twisted Wasteland...we were supposed to think Dr. Suess in hell.This is somewhat a twist on a bit of an inside joke, and it meant to make those that know the joke laugh. But I understand most of my watchers will wonder what is wrong with me...
...and I'm not saying there isn't something wrong with me, but it is a pointed poem with a humorous intent.
There is less right at the moment, actually, but hey...there is only forging on. And Morgan...you know how much I like girly things...but this idea came to me when I was out running as the butterflies seems to be following me...and it basically wrote itself. I still love butterflies, dear.
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