my butterflies rise from yr grave each year
6 months after
my cousin died
at 25
from an overdose
my father got off the phone
w/ my aunt
& i overheard my him
ask my mother
why is she still crying?
it’s 6 months already…
my father had stooped
to an all time low
& i knew it wasn’t
the idea of drugs
that made him
into an even colder
mo**erf**ker
it was my cousin’s sexuality
& at that moment
i wanted to jab my father
w/ a hot shot
but i knew the needle
would snap from its barrel
when it met
the terrible fu**ing ice
of which my father was made
just to show you
i would split
open my skin
tear out my insides
tattoo each organ
a kaleidoscopic color
& juggle them in front
of the entire world
a swirling glistening rainbow
appearing above our heads
just to show you
how much i am
on yr side
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