ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Tiny pairs of wings
flutter onto my hands.
Countless butterflies
gather along the ridges
of my veins.
They encourage me
to keep going.
They whisper reasons
to my blood
of why it should stay inside.
They make what could be ugly
all the more beautiful.
flutter onto my hands.
Countless butterflies
gather along the ridges
of my veins.
They encourage me
to keep going.
They whisper reasons
to my blood
of why it should stay inside.
They make what could be ugly
all the more beautiful.
(So I was drawing butterflies on my hand instead of writing a poem for class and I started thinking about the Butterfly Project ( butterfly-project.tumblr.com/ ) and I wound up writing this. And, uh, yeah... I've been feeling kinda self-destructive lately. It's okay right now, I can deal with it. But just a warning...)
© 2014 - 2024 Draculoid-23179
Comments0
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In