[A/N: This is a collection of short poems that I've started to work on. It's one of my first attempts at poetry, so enjoy!]
Wings of a Butterfly
Struggling against the wind,
The butterfly flaps, flaps, flaps its wings.
Ripping,
Scarring,
Destroying
It tumbles through the air,
And falls through the darkness below
Ravens
Ravens claw through the darkness to reach the light.
They hide in my ribcage, waiting for the ghosts to cry.
They whisper,
Sweet ethereal bliss.
When my skin illuminates with red,
They scream,
They’re set free.
Porcelain Frame
Smiling back at her,
With bottomless blue eyes,
Her reflection
Lies beautifully.
Be careful,
Because if it keeps lying,
Her pretty porcelain frame
Will crack.

