And again…aren’t we all? Butterflies carved in Bone?
I’m a butterfly carved of bone
white, bleached, sun-baked bone
my wings are just my lungs
spongy-red and wet but free
inside my chest is open space
soaring chasms awaiting light
butterfly, bone, breath over breadth
I’m a butterfly carved in bone
I am diamonds in the night…
Charissa's Grace Notes 