BLOODY BUTTERFLY

by neon sunset   Jun 14, 2012


My bloody dress flutters in the wind
my blood feels thin
clutching at my heart
i'm being torn apart
save me, save me
set me free
trapped inside a jar
i'm glowing like a star
my wings are wilting
my head is tilting
i can barely breath
i'm falling to my knees
let me out of here
let me fly into the air
trapped inside
buried alive
screaming,screaming
my blood streaming
butterfly can't fly away
so save yourself today

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  • 11 years ago

    by Purple Rose

    I have to admit that after I read this I was a little creeped out. I have recently found out that I can't even kill a worm :[ so what do you think happens when I think of a butterfly being tortured? Nothing good I can assure you.

    Anyway...the imagery you put into this poem is great. I can imagine almost everything that it says.

    The rhyming was also good, but I can tell that you were struggling for words that rhymed together, or maybe you just didn't care after a certain point. However, that really didn't affect the flow or anything - I could still read it effortlessly.

    I like how you made it so that you were a butterfly that was trapped. To have a butterfly trapped in a jar, I think, is cruel because the butterfly is such a harmless, delicate creature. You were some how identifying yourself as a butterfly - trapped with no way of getting out.

    Excellent
    5/5