Fluidity

13/09/18

 

Blue bandana, soft white coat

Walking down the street

Look as she floats

Swallowing butterflies

Hoping to take flight

Hollowing internal lies

Whispers of agony

Met by swatters

The whispers grow louder

Swatters grow larger

Shes strong

She holds on

Eyes flicker at her sight

With pure delight

See her sway

Step by step

Chaotic beauty

Hair unkempt

How is it she can grow?

All this dead waste holding her back

Like an arrow they say

Fling forward and never look back

The past is stuck

But the present is fluid

Make like an octopus

And squeeze right through it

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