My butterflies are more like elephants
Stomping around,
Clashing tusks,
And tossing mud
Into everyone's eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Soft Eyes Jagged Nails
PoetryI hunt for words The same way I shop for clothes I sift through racks in thrift stores Because that is where The gems hide. I will find boring words, And ugly words There are also the ones That would be exquisite in someone else's mouth But don't...
Nerves.
My butterflies are more like elephants
Stomping around,
Clashing tusks,
And tossing mud
Into everyone's eyes.
