aesop
all-weather butterflies, too familiar to be trusted,
revive an endangered hope, gathering dust in the corner of a dream
exhausted interpretations of fleeting words and moments that seem infinite.
unseen lace lingers in that moonlit room
partner to a short lived courage i can’t recognize but possess all the same
unlike you
deceptively transparent – unclaimable, unknowable
You give truth to the axioms.
youth is not so invincible, but enduring
let the pretense begin
an infestation, you compromise even the smallest of nothings
a mask. a key. an escape. i falter, but not forever
i am not your casualty
you are my fable
