Memory plucked
From earliest stage
Cocoon hijacked
Inserted with rage
Magnified
Raging reckless
Moth is social outcast
Waiting till the streets are empty
But the sky is full
Because stars are my only friends
Butterflies are bullies
Magnificent wings should be plucked
Glory meant to mine
I was abused by the daylight
Emptied of purity and childlike wonder
Words and no lover
Lover of fewer and fewer words
Till my soul is sewn, still bleeding
Moments I never finished living
