Here and gone.
Fluttering down.
Falling foolishly.
.
A butterfly with wings
Mended by glue
Flapping, flying.
.
Bright against blue sky,
Eager on the page.
Quick to inspire.
.
It's light work,
Kissing parchment,
Crafting lies.
.
Until the well
Decides to run dry.
Words like to betray.
.
They enjoy the act
Of running away.
Teasing. Hiding.
.
They tuck below
Overly eager tongues
And rot.
.
The taste of decay
Is too much for the novice
And they run away.
.
I've seen it ten thousand
Times before.
Disintegration.
.
Of form and will,
Success and desire.
The rhythm falls apart.
.
And the ink dries
Because the cap's off.
They're possessed by metrics.
.
Numbers that rule
Through unstable cruelty.
Useless things of comparison.
.
That's the game,
Waving goodbye to dreamers
Unable to persist.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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