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Black Butterfly 

There’s a knife in my heart, 

a quiet, silver thing I use 

to slice through the last drops of alcohol. 

I smile when I see you trembling, 

a hopeless boy 

lost in your own shadow. 

You’re the time I waste in waiting, 

the echo that will one day 

crawl back to me. 

And you’ll suffer for me, 

but I won’t be there 

to taste it. 

You foolish creature, 

drowning your poetry in dust. 

A fragile little boy 

with nowhere left to place his trust. 

I’m a Queen now, 

untouchable, 

wrapped in smoke and velvet. 

You may understand me…but tell me, 

can the world hear my voice? 

And you… 

What do you really see 

when you look at me? 

                                                               Mike J. Monroe   

Taken from the  book (Revenge)