Loki Listens

I wrote this poem when I was in college, I think…

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black butterflies fluttered
through the night sky
i stood facing destiny
in the cold, dark wind
i reached and grabbed
one by its wings
the black powder-life
came off on my fingers
and left my little
insect kin flightless
he flopped, mindlessly,
across the wet pavement
i only wanted to embrace
his beauty, but instead
i have taken his life…

-Loki.

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