...mariposa...

( magenta )

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i buried your corpse in my ribcage like a

scandalous paramour.

flames devoured the pages of old parchment where

i murmured a sonnet to the river.

dawn preached to the sun as jade vines blossomed

against a citadel of rain.

i just wanted to see you become undone while

i kissed your magenta mouth in the middle of a storm

even when we were the only ones dancing.

we were an accident meant to happen.

we were summer and spring,

science and religion,

thunder and lightning.

and this wasn't another shakespearean tragedy.

this was just poetry—chaotic and an inconsequential mess.

the scars were reminders of a memory, fresh and raw.

the bruises told a paperback story and the tattoo on

my forearm spelled your name— a spanish butterfly

singing its own broken symphony.

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inspired by: "Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will take you to museums, and parks,

and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place,

so that you can never go back to them without tasting me

like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.

And when I leave you will finally understand why

storms are named after people." ~ Caitlin Siehl