My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Writing Prompt #155 “Collage 21”
In a hammock
Strung below a starless sky,
They unpicked a fledgling butterfly
From its gossamer cocoon
And tossed it to the moon.
On a lonely bench
Among the tallest trees,
Pages turning in the breeze,
She read him her history,
Unravelling her mystery.
In a rusty camper van,
He tied a granny knot in her soul;
He was the key to her keyhole
Until he ripped her soul apart.
Now she’s just a tree that grows hearts
For each that he takes.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
“I’m a tree that grows hearts one for each that you take.” Björk
writing in north norfolk 
Oh wow I love how this reads like a fairytale Kim and the end so gut-wrenching
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The end was unexpected!
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Love the poem, that she is one of those butterflies…’tossed it to the moon’…
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Beautiful piece!
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Thank you kindly 😊
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