Behold the butterfly’s lips
of swirling beanstalk,
Contouring face,
Entangling several huntress knots,
a girl/this girl
refused to commit the patriarchal system,
leaving behind the delusion she’d suffered for long
like a lovechild over lashes of grace;
A dream that has appeared by the river bank,
in the blanks, asking her to fill them
There, she portrays with a vivid smile,
unwrapping the last-ditch.
She looks on as the salt water breeze’s feeding –
upon her eyes, nose and unspoken lips,
Edelweiss is the mouthpiece, she uses to whisper –
of petals tarnished by daffodils, to represent
her loyalty towards the hurly-burly, here comes
a jar of whisky-ed swollen hearts, it’s time for her
to juggernaut and embrace the farrago of human nature.
Cover image by frank mckenna on Unsplash
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