dissecting the butterfly

They wear cheap polyester suits
Paint their faces with mud
Stare into a window; with a one sided view
Pencil me in
On your yellow pad of blank stares
Dissecting me like a butterfly
All parts taken form

They upgrade their wardrobe
A lion & a witch stumble out of
The closet and onto the snow covered ground
Blinking back tears
Staring at the sun

A butterfly flits
In fits and starts
“Land mines” he says solemnly, gravel crunching underfoot
“What the actual…?”

Her reply trailing off, skewed view apparent

Appointments scheduled for the repairs

Incandescent illumination over head

Let there be light

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