I painted stars tonight
In bleeding gold and scattered screams
I bled for you
thunder funneled through my muted symphony
It adds to the agony of breathing
These days
Crushed on velvet wings
This time means nothing
again
I shot a butterfly for landing on my porch today
fireworksin the microwave
and a hairspray martini later
I'm wondering if this wound is infected-
just so you know.
I'd beat my heart bloodless
[foryou]
© 2006 Kya
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