They are beautiful
but fragile breath
of air; Shimmering
in every thinkable
colour, but her wings
are turquoise

Glittering in accents
in Sapphire and aqua-
marine; Unique and
fabulous, but not because
of her colouring dress

Beautiful because of
her broad scar extending
over her entire right
wing

Made with pure purpose,
Ugly and nasty; Just ripped
apart with brutal violence

Years she stayed on the
ground hiding under
a great iris, ashamed and
sad

Years she tried to understand
why human hurt butterflies, those
little creatures that beautify
even the worst day while
dancing on a calyx

She couldn’t find an answer
Can you?