Throwing this out there, tell me what you think....

[thfighting5th]

Monarch Comet

I am,
I am the butterfly,
Fired from the Barrel of a shotgun.
Hurtling towards my destination.
No Control,
Only Grace.
Bruised, Burned, Battered, Beaten.
The scales of my wings, memories,
Making up the tail of this
"Monarch Comet."
... Waiting for impact
I close my eyes,
and exhale.

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im not sure whats going on anymore,
my brain hurts, and i have no imagination anymore.

am i past my prime?

Pax
-PoPe