Proudly showing to all thinking that it matters.
Draped in a camouflage provided by the hunter, confound the prey into place its own body on the trophy wall.
The breath of light blows from below, lifting to the sky.
Time brings shape to beauty.
At the bottom of the pyramid of bags.
We rest between are swims.
The only butterfly worth capturing was herself.
One who has left without explanation becomes hollow.
Leaning into the piano to ignite the fire through his humming breath.
Sweat stains on the wall reveals their place together.