and brittle nails.
Trail of unending dust,
dreams rotting under pile of clothes.
in the cloak of duty and love.
Maybe it is love or,
chains that she needs,
I wrote this poem for Collen M. Chesebro’s tuesday prompt which was to write a butterfly cinquain. The Butterfly Cinquain is an unrhymed, nine-line syllabic poem with 2-4-6-8-2-8-6-4-2 syllables per line.
Hope you will find it meaningful.