I'm Weak

He was a brilliant blue butterfly

Its wings fluttering in the gap between his eyelids and chest

Glistening strikes of aquamarine and turquoise sprouting from his wings

Flickers of antennae as he gazes upon the violet city called Midnight

The stench of the city causing the delicacy of them to wrinkle like they were wax in the sun

Their vibrancy like blue blossoms bearing fruit in spring

Gripping his hands on invisible bars as he travels down the side of the office building into the eerie rain-dropped streets below

“Oh dear Millie, how you betray my heart.” He recites.

Lilies overgrown on the roof of the building, growing steadily like a virus

The botany screaming at him to fly.

“I find your love so condescending, I was a fool to think such things”

Moss engraved on a headstone, a bouquet rolling rotten at the grave.

“When I think of you I hear the moist burning of cigarettes and the sound of smoke”

He breathed in the consistent ash of love.

Feeling his feet hover over the grey-stained snow,

while Doe-lights danced in the distance.

The suicidal joyful boy laughed and smiled.

“And what’s wrong with that?”

Light streaks of white blaze the taste buds of strawberries and whip cream.

And the warm cloud of red and orange when you ate your grandmother's muffins.

“You told me once that you couldn’t do anything but love me.”

Cracking of stone as it scales the building

The ticking clock of a grandfather passing time playing the accordion

The sound was as purple as a midwinter day.

“But I’m weak.”

“So once more, I will say adieu”

And as he looked out into the rising black sun, he felt his wings give in

The flutter in his eyes closing in on his lungs like a rush of flames,

for once he could feel himself breathe.

As the whole city lived, it would fall asleep as the light touched their desaturated roofs

and the boy fell back into his warm cocoon.