Young Adult Story
1 min
mothball heart
Kaiya Jordan
quiet, shuddering breaths overflow from your perfect lips.
nestled in the palms of your hands and wrapped in your precious vulnerability,
my outstretched limbs soar and twist within the confines of your soft cries.
I dance a twisted dance.
a moth in your ribcage, hammering on the bones
to play the sweet, sweet melody of my love,
my love hanging on by one last thread, our dependency.
in your tears, I see myself; I see our bond; I won't let go
though I live in fear of your attempts to butterfly my heart.
nestled in the palms of your hands and wrapped in your precious vulnerability,
my outstretched limbs soar and twist within the confines of your soft cries.
I dance a twisted dance.
a moth in your ribcage, hammering on the bones
to play the sweet, sweet melody of my love,
my love hanging on by one last thread, our dependency.
in your tears, I see myself; I see our bond; I won't let go
though I live in fear of your attempts to butterfly my heart.
This was an entry for a writing contest held in conjunction with Center for Fiction and The Decameron Project
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