Scotch Brew…

Rainbows
strewn across velvet wings
perfection from tip to tip
she’s intoxicating
a sweet innocent butterfly
looking out from hurt and sunken eyes

Black
greased-streaked and stringy feathers
a sight akin to murder on the eyes
she’s intoxicating
a hateful putrid demon
looking out from spiteful, poison eyes

What I wouldn’t give
to ride upon her grace
and touch the sky from her wings
to see wonder from where she flies

What I wouldn’t give
to rip her into pieces
and tear her body from her wings
to see the pain fall from her skies

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~ by MandyJenae on February 15, 2011.

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