Suicide of a Butterfly
by Dawn Pringle
The claustrophobic abode became too much.
The entity inside spread its wings to escape.
It’s not the beauty on the outside that counts, however.
Tis the ugliness on the inside that directs the way this faux, beautiful creature heads.
Quit fussing over the outer beauty that holds mysteries in its creation that you will never understand.
It has become too much, and this beautiful butterfly clips its wing on the razor’s sharp edge.
She knew it was there.
She can now release the blackness which others never want to witness.
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