Black on black.
This rainfall is abusively slamming itself down on the pavement.
These butterflies still flutter inside my stomach.
Trapped behind a heavy liner of plastic wrap and tacky glue.
Bubbles forming only to explode.
Their wings to dust, and all hearts to slack.
The dust to build a sanctuary for a new heart.
I want to wrap myself around the battle fields, blow up this cocoon of chaos.
I want to melt between the two strange figures, blow up into the sky like a missile.
Evaporate from your atmosphere, only to keep falling forever more.
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