#309 (sylphen preserve)

A butterfly just fluttered by

she said her name was Tina

her friend Renée had disappeared

she asked me if I’d seen her

I shook my head and from my scalp

a sylphen wing eroded,

poor Renée met a grisly death

she was shot and exploded

now all my hair was tinted blue

once Tina left me mourning

inside the mazes of my mind

a grub will come aborning

© Matthias Geh, 11th June 2018
photo credit: Matthias Geh, 2018



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