The Butterfly Mistress

Butterfly mistress,

Paint these bones

The shade of distress,

In dispirited tones

As I undress.

Beneath the light,

All is useless �"

All is white.

Let go of my hand,

I wish to rewrite;

To frolic in wasteland,

To believe in the night.

Alter my exit, my entrance -

My life,

Bold with repentance.

No hope, of afterlife.

Author's Note

For anyone who has ever suffered with anxiety.