I bottled up my voice, one day
just like a firefly.
I left it on the window sill
so it could see the sky.
But the days withered to darkness
and I forgot to pop the cap;
and now I sit in silence
waiting for dead wings to flap.

Oh, dear muse, how I forgot
you aren't a butterfly.
I wrapped you up in silence
and in that cocoon did you die.
An unmarked grave will have to do;
you took my words away.
And I will watch the birds take flight,
mourning what I used to say.

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