When all hell breaks loose
When all hell breaks loose,
and each Angel can be found
with bloody knees
foaming at the mouth
with emerald envy…
I will stop.
Because all I feel compelled
to do right now
is continue to release
and relinquish
all this burden
he has placed upon me,
the birds that feasted on my heart
flying from my freeing arms.
to continue to do
what it is that set me free
since the day
he locked me in that cage
and chomped on the key,
blood dripping
from his vicious fangs
as he stared demeaningly
into my hazel, flooding eyes.
I feel the wind swaying
throughout my willing wings,
as I watch all the birds
that spoke to soon
flail to the ground below.
Am I flailing towards the ground
or flying towards the sky above?
Emma Butterfield
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•Portland based ecstatic dancer and yogi with a quirky sense of humor who loves the outdoors most of the time • Creative Nonfiction and Poetry• Healing backwards and forwards in time• ~My writing is something I pour my heart and energy into. Please keep this in mind and do not share without asking permission.~
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