Butterflies
You always loved butterflies
Loved their glass-like wings
So I painted my body
With bruises
Decorated it with scars
I tore open my skin
As if I were escaping my cacoon
My lips looked like razors
As horror dripped from your eyes..
But why were you so fearful?
You always loved butterflies.
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