Butterfly Museum

Elizabeth Moore


We try to preserve ourselves like butterflies

Pinning, poking smoothing

Try to freeze beauty by pumping toxins into our skin

Mounting and attempting to preserve a past that is already gone

Like a twisted art exhibit for the world to see and observe

As if taking the history and natural life out of something

is to be celebrated

Smoothing out the roads of wrinkles created by hardships

and happiness that have traveled through a face

Trying to erase history or your life displayed on your skin

In every wrinkle and scar, there is a part of you

But we all try to forget and perfect

In order to create a blank canvas for a “beautiful” exhibit


*Photograph: Alex Plencner-Roney