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Butterfly Burning by Mapule Mohulatsi

| July 18th, 2014 | current issue, poetry | No Comments

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[tab id=1]I am a butterfly burning.
My wings are strangely stitched, tattered at the corners and hard to breathe
My weight is of a flying feather fluttering to be painted in landscapes.
Burning,
Wounded.
A butterfly burning in the bloodied heat of a collectors bloodied feet.
My wings are stitched to satanic [/tab]
[tab id=2]Mapule Mohulatsi is a writer, teacher, performance poet, daughter and a Zenith Concubine. [/tab]

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