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By Carly Floyd

2/24/10

Walking in a haze of my own

reality

Listening to my soul-song

Ahead, my friends

I want to pass them

invisible

to avoid the

inevitable

"What's wrong" the

caring glances.

When I'm fine.

I wear this face because it's beautiful

but they only see a frown.

Brace yourself.

Butterfly Kisses

A veined blue-purple

Shot through with cracks of white

Like I'm inside a crystal

Or behind a wall of

Colored Glass

Chill inside my sanctuary

There's nowhere left to go and

A silent tear

Travels down my cheek

To fall on the marble beneath me

And I wait for months

Wait to emerge

To Become

Something more than what I am

More than me

And I sit

Bated breath

My only distraction in

The fragile butterfly wings

Brushing against my cheek

And finally, I can see beauty

3/3/10

-Carly Floyd