by Rebecca Write

Created on: April 30, 2010

Five Finger Necklace

The hand I grasped you so tightly in

Cut off the circulation to my life

You , you , you always you

And what an imposition I was

To me

There are little yellow butterflies

In a patch of tall flowers

With pink and white blooms

They sleep there at night

With wings folded back like birds

Thousands of them

Tucked in the blossoms

For over a decade I am sure

But I never saw them

By the pond there is a magic garden

Among the green briars

Revealed in spring

A small enchantment

On a side I never visited

The prison I built for you

Was the one

I tortured myself in

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