Oct 15, 2018
Burying Butterflies – A Buried Butterfly
When I met you
the world erupted into swarms of butterflies
in a way that could only be described as awe worthy.
Streaks of color
and butterflies ranging in size from pebbles to flowers
nestled in my hair and lifted us off the ground
like a west-bound wind.
The butterflies were like a constant third-wheel
to this bike of love
until everything
went
down
hill.
This bike ride
became steeper and steeper
until we lost control
our tire skidding out from beneath us
and we tumbled to a stop
like tangled tumbleweeds.
On the ground
bloodied and scraped
it was only then that the butterflies left us
dropping from the skies like rainbow droplets
and it was only then
that we were forced to bury
thousands of small winged bodies.
