Winged ant do not take flight
stay awhile and let me enjoy
you
tracing your path, scurry in panic
and going against what
you
already know, your desired paths
stay still, stay, while i examine
you
in the sunlight, pretty veins
that control you. I want to dissect
you
to peel away the folds, the betrayal
of your soul. Just plain, old,
you.
Petal P. Rose
1 comment:
because little winged ant have little shirt life. it doesnt live long enough to even feel the betrayal.
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