Theres a butterfly in my soup and im trying to get it out… so fragile… floating… its wings expanding… trying not to drown…. It splashes around sipping little by little of the chowder… its wings with soft powder… swing butterfly swing… dizzy in the bowl… fly butterfly fly and free your soul…. I cannot touch its wings for they will break.... this is fucked up… either way he will not be able to fly….. wet wings and torn dreams… this is a fucked up world…. When the nectar he sips and survives by slowly kills his ability to fly in the sky….. this is a fucked up world…. When we drink the water we drown in….. and this is a fucked up world….. when people allow their children to put butterflies in their soup….
