A Moth Among Butterflies

For the wallflowers, the dandelions, and the moths. For those who sometimes feel less, feel average. The ones often overlooked, often misplaced. You have beauty that goes deeper than what your appearance can exude. You are the dreamers, the artists, the poets. You see the world as it truly is, without the filters and masks. You look past labels because you don't need validation from society to know who you are. A moth is just a butterfly with a different name, after all.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Tongue Tied

All of the words I wanted to say

but didn't

dripped off my tongue

like vodka

with no chaser.

A bitter aftertaste.

A gateway to regret.

-b.m.

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Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Tongue Tied