Late, all those bloodied rabbits
crushing the butterfly’s wings.
and words of bliss: Why?
Aren’t the Gods listening?
Mushed wings on shredded ice…
to have memories disintegrate
with the carefree wind beneath
the dim glow, as shadows lay
No longer could dew drops be kept up
to make up for poisonous roses
and blissful letters. Lips
cracked– continue dancing and
crying on the edge of the cliff that eroded
due to its crudity and imperfection.
Paper butterfly, why colour wings red?
Written by Vanessa Li and edited by Yiyang Cao. Published on 27/8/23. Header image by Emma Li.