Lepidopterophobia

by The Parrott King Jordan R. Stephens   Sep 19, 2021


Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory
enslaved, unending.
Disease incurable
;wise face beautiful.
Terrible.

Fear —
its name. Drawn
to light, to fame.
Danger, madness.
Whatever feels good.
Disavow shame.

Covered in sores
;leprous I am. Still
it climbs in my ear.
Burrowing. Insisting upon ego.
How many people have been
terrorized in such a manner?

Free of intention.
No up or down.
Plague reflective, gaze inward.
Pestilence awash in trash poetry.
How many wings does it have?

Lepidopterophobia.

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