Stars in her eyelashes moons in her eye the ghost of a caterpillar crawling through her dreams to eat away all the aches of yesterday and the pain of her colors mix in the sting of dying bees and the golden hues of honey slowly drip down her porcelain smooth cheeks and her broken heart is coated in the silence only found in the dark corners of her thoughts and sleeping in cocoons spun from razor wire an angry swarm of heart shaped butterflies are waiting to burst forth and find new hope in the pursuit of happiness and love