Butterfly Cinquain 11

in a rotting pile
feeding on snakes and voles,
wrapped in wreaths of grass and garland
I drink
plant life and soul, ooze out bitter
blood, scratch at wooden walls;
dark ghoul of your
butterfly cinquain © Freya Pickard 2016
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4 Comments on “Butterfly Cinquain 11”

  1. Libby Says:

    Wonderfully descriptive – and gruesome! Love it.

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