Metaphor for the Obvious

Say it like it is

Say it with words

You hear on the street

Unnecessary, ornate dressings

Overwhelm the marrow

Where the butterflies live

You can drill a hole

To eek the beauty bit by bit

But a brute hammer is easier

A hammer to shatter yourself

To erupt in the tragic

Our mundane bleeding

j

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