As your chaste wings fluttered
Sheer and slick,
Astonishing was your glimmer of beauty against the inky ghosts of older humans.
My inward-obsessed mind needed no first thought,
I pursued your trail hurriedly,
Climbing over tree logs.
Animalistic to seize you,
As I had yet to touch such a uncontaminated creature of beauty.
So when I finally reached your flight,
My greedy hands fastened over your so delicate...petite body,
Twisting your divine white wings,
Disfiguring you monstrously.
I chased home quickly fearing you may fly away if let loose.
When safe inside I unlatched you in my kitchen,
To find only a
paste of ravaged white limbs.
Nostalgia punching,
I used your paste as face paint
To hide my crime from your siblings.
Then shrugged my shoulders
Started my day over
And went to find another
And another...and another.....
Young butterfly
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
As your chaste wings fluttered
Sheer and slick,
Astonishing was your glimmer of beauty against the inky ghosts of older humans.
My inward-obsessed mind needed no first thought,
I pursued your trail hurriedly,
Climbing over tree logs.
Animalistic to seize you,
As I had yet to touch such a uncontaminated creature of beauty.
So when I finally reached your flight,
My greedy hands fastened over your so delicate...petite body,
Twisting your divine white wings,
Disfiguring you monstrously.
I chased home quickly fearing you may fly away if let loose.
When safe inside I unlatched you in my kitchen,
To find only a
paste of ravaged white limbs.
Nostalgia punching,
I used your paste as face paint
To hide my crime from your siblings.
Then shrugged my shoulders
Started my day over
And went to find another
And another...and another.....
Young butterfly
If the world is a test we were failures before birth
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