Blue Relief: A Collection of Short Poems

eight

Pile of Bugs

One second of feeling beauty,
I want to cradle it like
a butterfly
watching me as I cry,
I like when I cry,
It gives me a reason to look like
a shit pile of genes,
This one second of numb feeling,
Let me hold it in my outstretched palm,
Before I realise it's all in my mind,
It's only my mirrors eyes,
Playing tricks on me,
And bang
shut is the fist.
Bug dead inside.