mariposa

ella era una mariposa
montando
en la capa negra
de la muerte
sangre goteando
como una lluvia de verano
de sus colmillos
ella era el eclipse
proyectando sombras
invertidas
con cada aleta
de sus alas
en el aire quieto

she was a butterfly
riding
in the black cape
of death
dripping blood
like a summer rain
off his fangs
she was the eclipse
casting inverted shadows
with each flap
of her wings
in the still air

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