ZoeBee

There was a writing prompt a while back about best friends
And how to describe them
I love to write but am so tired of writing the same things over and over and over and over
"She"

The beavers are lonely
They suckle upon false hope and wavering prophecy
They came they saw they sawed 
They spend every day thinking of how to catch up to the next
You too
Are the beavers
 

Life is cruel to the guileless
And the hungry
To feast upon a sight for sore eyes
To bathe in salts and cuts and gentle coppers
To whisper the names of false men to the dead of knight

In days from now my hands will be leather
My lips chapped and sharp like spun glass
My eyes shriveled and wrinkled as an old mans fingerprints
My mouth dry as your retorts

Red did not go into the forest that day
She did not waltz or glance or whistle or slow or pluck or meander or wander or apprehend or arrive or question or 
Reach into the belly of the beast and pull grandmother out

It flutters away
Lacy wings against blue sky
Where to, butterfly?