A wait

The hallways will echo
with the sounds of your butterfly wings
as you scutter past slumber full rooms
the glitter will run down your legs
and you will watch it flow into the drain
as parts of you will break themselves down
and fit perfectly in the small box.

The worms may have conquered the sky
but the soil is still yours for taking
in this world themed with all these colours
your fair palms will stand out
twirling in the air like ribbons.
I will watch them turn into fits
rising above everyone's head
holding a crushed flower
that you say has died along with your soul.

Spring will be here soon.