You are damaged girl.
Who likes to pull the wings
off of butterflies and moths.


I was a butterfly,
or maybe a moth.
It's kind of hard to
tell anymore.


But once upon
a time you were
queer little thing,
under medicated and
and not so awkward
around the edges.


Today I read the past
on pages of young
rat pawed, ocean
dwelling quiet girl,
and realized that
we were happy.


Maybe I'm the one
whose changed and
ruined a good thing
running or maybe
the things you say
just make me itch.


Smile rat girl because
you've finally lost your
wings to the damned.
A spineless chimera
wandering the deeps
that scare you most.