Poems from destany hodgkins
i believe we all are butterflies in a way
some of us similar
some different
some one color
some another
some of us go towards the opposite...
you blame the cuts on the cat
hiding your blade behind your back
one scratch
two scratch
three scratch
the pain leaks down your arms
the...
to fall from your given path
a sad but satisfying step
your origional plan halted
your new plan unfolding
stopping in a wildflower patch...