I am

I'm a butterfly in the palm of your hand

wings damaged, color smeared on your skin

The images forever etched on you

taste salty, seasoned with midnight air

I'm a dragonfly soaring through the sky

an energetic glimmer, ready to hunt

Always the hunter, never the hunted

forever sharpening the never blunt blade

I'm the edge quenched a thousand times

impossible to be broken, craving to collide

The clock strikes three, the world is dead

the shadows creep up to give you a hug

I'm a tingle in the belly after the embrace

composing to the sheets of faith

Hope plants its seed deep into the soil

that is me, waiting patiently for the rain

I'm a torrent, I demolish everything in my path

In the ruins, wings peek through the chrysalis' veins

I'm a butterfly in the palm of your hand.