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A Butterfly Uncaged.

Jennifer missed her old life so much, that she decided

To go back home just once more.

She felt the twin emotions of clamour of excitement and regret flutter up

Like a trapped butterfly released from a keeper’s net

To enjoy the remains of a beautiful summer’s day.

 

She had stayed away, too frightened and too ashamed

Of her mistake, so small yet so blown up

Out of proportion that she was made to feel

Disgraced and bitter for a system that

Had let her be run out of town.

A Greyhound Tale.

The greyhound bought me mile and mile ever closer

Home to you. I pictured you waiting by the cinema,

Just below the broken orange light that swings

Violenty

In even the most gentle of breezes.

I picture you there and hope you have forgiven me.

Nobody pays much attention to me, thank god.

If they did, they would see a regretful tear

Drifting slowly down my scared, haggard face.

I take my handkerchief out of my pocket.

My nose catches your scent and I cry some more.