The Butterfly - Dimana Ivanova

She is tender
and fragile
as a vase of Czech porcelain
sad and sensitive
spontaneous
she never says the truth
not because she doesn’t want to,
but because she doesn’t know it
she flies without aim
up the ruined Palace of Zichy
hurt butterfly
lost in the melancholy of the city
tired
she continues to fly
without aim.
She is a big colourful butterfly
with small grey blind eyes
which express eroticism and death.
I am confused,
but I’m raising my hand to catch her.
But she turned into
a big black bat
bit my heart
and spat it out.

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Dimana Ivanova (born 1979) Bulgaria