Blue [the Chronicling of an Era]

Section VI [Pale Blue Lies]

You left me here to purge myself on this unlit stage

A small crowd gathers

As each of these butterflies pass from behind my teeth

They are all so much the color of you eyes

Mothers tell there children to look away

As I crush each and every one of these winged disgraces

With each one another memory of us fades into the ether

And another piece of my smile falls into place slowly healing

Not one pale blue insect has escaped this cleansing

I intend to dissolve them all

The vomiting has stopped and as the last butterfly lands on my hand

I pull it closed and watch its spirit fall to the depths

I close my eyes and

I am finally able to say... Goodbye