she eats butterflies
and grows wings from her
shoulder blades
and flies into the
city where they
lock her up in a cage.
so she eats the key and
becomes a shape shifter and
oozes through the bars keeping her back.
flying to the fields of ice
she is safe.
Monday, February 16, 2009
February 12th, 2009
Poem by bamboo boy at 4:52 PM
Labels: death, dreams, photography, poem
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