So, I wrote another thing. Here it is, in all it’s unedited glory. Enjoy.
black out your eyes
lying girl, lying eyes
how bright your eyes (lies) shine in the night.
but, you can’t be a girl
and a liar, too.
that’s what they say over your body
reassurances sung like hymns
rosaries hung like a chrysalis over your bones.
they hope you’ll grow back right.
grow into something new.
just grow, really.
but you won’t, can’t, grow anymore.
not for them.
besides, you always were afraid of butterflies.