Butterfly

I thought you’d smell like butterflies-

like the tip of a lollipop-stained tongue,

baby’s breath and bleached teeth-

so I inhaled you like a pixie stick 

and

all of the dust on your wings dispersed. 

I left you motionless, 

two raspberry antennas on the ground

buried between begonias colored white

 

m.j.e

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This poem is about: 
My family

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