a little bug

with broken wings

and a more shattered mind

filled with scary things.

 

a bucket of blood

after a sharp reply

a harsh said word

followed by glass in the eye

 

them with the pins

trapping me in place

there labels and categories

seeing nothing they can’t replace

 

and one little moth

with her blood soaked wings

still trys to fly

still trys to break free.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s