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