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.
Ashley Kirtman 