Illustration by Wendy PlovmandWhispered sighs bring about a storm of butterflies
Sweet nothings are nothing
Promises unkept, unbidden, reap a yearning
You tried to lasso a hurricane
With a string of pearls
Breaking it, falling desires turned
into islands floating in the sea
Forests will sprout
on what little soil there is on the rocks
Love and envy will grow
on scorched hearts
A mass of moths will descend
suffocating the sun
