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 had foreseen

My cyclical toy life of self-ruin

Love-lean emotional abandonment

And this hazy time of already spent.


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