cover sleepy eyes like butterflies perched on the brow that
flutter their wings to the tap tap tapping of a heartbeat
slow but sudden, the silky sound of the flap flap flapping
like a laced lullaby, haply harmony…
but sudden sorrow
for a butterfly with broken wings becomes the thing it lives to avoid
the chaotic character
awakened anchor
no longer light nor full of life but crash, crash, crashing
on a rotten road with headlights beaming
walk across and empty goosebumps form
afraid, but the fear is numb
heavy eyelids
yearn to rest and close once more
while heavy wings sing a sad song
a slow song
a sleepy song
leave the crashing
the flapping
the tapping
and be pulled down…
finally.