Naked as I came, a little faded from the winter

You collect bodies and souls like butterflies,
pinned neatly to your wall.
Pretty wings
gorgeous things
Shining colours.
Coaxed with the promise of a big open soul,
bleeding honey,
small drops all over your chest
until my tiny feet get sticky in it
and my wings are glued.

I fell again,
Lured by the sides of your mouth
and the way they create smiling crevices,
by how much I wanted my mouth to be near them.

the pins were a shock to my body,
when your indifference laughed it’s evil laugh
and you pierced me right through.
I couldn’t feel it at first.
I sat listening to everyone’s words when I felt my body grow cold
and my head heard thousands of needles drop on a concrete floor.

It wasn’t until my throat felt swollen and I couldn’t breathe properly
that I looked down at myself and saw the wounds
and the trickle of blood running out of them.

I can’t free myself.

I am hoping.
Always hopeful,
regretfully hopeful.

I am hoping someone will enter this small room and find me.
Gently pull these pins out of me and lift me off the wall
to be placed firmly by your side,
feeling the earth and all it’s life
in between my toes again.