one full revolution / a new perspective / a new found strength / a will to live / again / the acceptance / of the cycle / a tribute / to the end / to the hurt / to the healing / to the loving / again / a dedication / to you / to the power / to do it all again / because everything you have done once before / you can do again / this is how / the scars / become temporary /
Targeted Age Group:: 14+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
My friends and family have all been so encouraging. Authors such as Rupi Kaur and Amanda Lovelace's work has always inspired me and I can only hope to write like them!
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
There are no characters as this is a poetry book!
butterflies of guilt are choking me.
dont get me wrong, they are butterflies i have known before. that's why i let them suffocate me. they were caterpillars of coffee dates and snow days, cocooned in smothering hugs and birthed with gentle kisses. i know each one well. they have names, likes, dislikes, brothers and sisters, enemies and lovers. they are all uniquely different yet they share one common passion pain. you. each tiny, beautiful insect was created from the softness of your lips and the beauty of your lies. the ink masterpieces they possess will bleed and stain my stomach, rich black stains that make me seem hollow. the butterflies die and their degrading canvases cling hold of my throat. they choke and choke and choke until i retch out an apology for letting them die. im sorry. im sorry i let you fester. im sorry this body is too harsh of an environment to hold any life, whether it be yours or my own. im sorry that this body is a wasteland for souls, a graveyard for memories and a crematorium for your heart. im sorry that this body exists. as if it only exists to destroy. if only i could make you realise that i cannot build a hospital out these bones and i do not wish to make one out of you either. i do not ask for you to heal me, only to watch me heal myself. and if that fails, love me broken.
these are no longer beautiful butterflies. they are corpses of past lives force fed to me by you. i don't want to choke anymore, so set my guilt on fire; even if i must burn too.
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