the butterflies swarm her, in utter beauty
and her insides are just turning to black
again
the virus has returned
the butterflies begin to melt away
one wing falling off, there all to human like screams filling her ears,
then she notices blood plunging from there wing that was left,
and as she watches her mind scrambles and blinks there gone,
and she is there with the blade again
remembering there utter beauty
as she plucks away at her scarred skin