She bore holes in her wings
Like a misplaced moth
She became tired
of the tiresome task.
Awakening each morning, 23
Falling asleep each night, 5
She wondered of daydreams
Perhaps that’s all she’ll ever do
Wonder….
I wonder what happens….
When little girls aren’t allowed to become women?
When little girls are forced to be women?
Insanity
Insanity it seems has gotten the better of me

The

bitter

end

of

me.