Decaying Tumbler

Spinning figurine of glass I’m a butterfly turned ballerina Months, maybe years, have passed   Circles- I just keep twirling Unchecked I’ll fall-break Lovely shards of ice All over your lovely disposition   Damage worsens with time I’m not a bomb, I’m acid corrosion Gnawing at your mind, eroding your heart   Appearances- no one […]