Bluebirds and Moths.

By Pride Ed

I loved how hollow the nights were after I crucified them to my walls.

I sing to them when I tap the glass,
my fingerprints smiling on the dust that reminds me of their empty shells.
How many times have I touched their caskets?

My shadowboxes of happiness.

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Published on Sunday, June 15, 2014. Filed under: "Depressed" and "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Originally published on Bloody Feather on June 2, 2014.

Comments on "Bluebirds and Moths."

On Wednesday, June 18, 2014, soul_versing (882) wrote:

I love unique writing and it's always good to read something different. I have you say your thoughts are wonderfully displayed in this piece. Welcome to the valley. -TG
On Wednesday, June 18, 2014, Pride Ed (108) wrote:

Thanks! I'm glad you think its a unique piece. ^_^
On Monday, June 16, 2014, Dark Unicorn (49) wrote:

Wow.There is not a single aspect of this I did not fall in love with.Your work amazes me dear Pride!Brilliant write!
On Monday, June 16, 2014, Pride Ed (108) wrote:

Thank you so much! I was actually quite iffy about posting this one. ^_^'
A former member wrote: Amazing...loved the wordchoices...this is Beautiful.
On Monday, June 16, 2014, Pride Ed (108) wrote:

Thanks! My mind juggled between adding a bluebird instead of a raven or crow, but "shadowboxes of happiness" let me do just that. lol