A Butterfly for Thanatos
A Butterfly for Thanatos poetry stories
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sedehaven
sedehaven I am writer. Hear me starve,
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Death is an old friend, and someday, our games of hide-and-seek will end. This is about chronic illness.

A Butterfly for Thanatos

O, rosy fingered

O, rosy fingered Death, I have played

O, rosy fingered Death, I have played butterfly with you

O, rosy fingered Death, I have played butterfly with you before.

I have flitted from

I have flitted from finger, to ear,

I have flitted from finger, to ear, to eyebrow.

You let me go,

You let me go, sweet boy, for

You let me go, sweet boy, for reasons only the

Gods

understand.

When I see you again,

When I see you again, your hands will

close around me,

close around me, and I’ll flutter

no more.

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