Tonight
I'll place my sanity
In the hands of the
Almighty Nothing
I'll use a burning knife
To slice a slash
For the caterpillars to crawl into
To rest until the metamorphosis
Then fly away, leaving the cocoon
Stripped dry of the memory
My mind reaching out
Wanting to pull it back in
Retrieve it from the void
My heart, frightened,
Nevertheless hoping
That butterflies will carry it away
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