Ed. Note - MSc is the term for a Masters of Science degree in England
She pressed paper into the ink
found bleeding across his desk.
The fingers of blue stretched
until butterfly wings grew.
She pinned it with a clip
and hung it from the window ledge,
three stories from the gravel
and two stories up from home.
She took a seat and lit a cigarette
from a purple slender packet.
His lips were a beautiful blue -
part ink, part frost.
She waited ‘til the paper dried,
brought it inside, and folded
intricate wings from the letterhead -
MSc, no use when dead.
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