"Butterflies," by Rachel Story
Slow colors bleed into my vision replacing the otherwise darkness around us with remembered imagery, one color fading into another as I attempt to patch the ragged torn butterfly wings of yesterday with dark shades of now, seeming even darker against the tattered yet still-colorful shreds of memory fluttering in the lonely wind, still dangling from my shattered soul ñ What? Oh sorry you startled me. No, I was just thinking (of him) nothing important. And the color (of his beautiful eyes) was just your shirt (off as his hands slid over my now-naked body) looking (into my eyes) different in this light. (He) Kiss(ed) me (the first time we ever met) and close the dark in around (my waist and pulled me closer) us, it will hide my guilty (was a word he never learned) face. Hold (me) my hand as we whisper(ed "I love you too") and giggle about silly things. You call me (sexy, even gorgeous) beautiful; you would not think so if you could see my wings that melt into poisonous colors covering my eyes. You are cute and very sweet (surrender, I surrendered everything to him) but he was fire, he was flame (of passion, Lord help me I wanted him) and I got burned and who ever healed a burn(ing desire) with hon( and cutie and sweetie and love and all the other wonderful things he used to call me )ey. Youíll be burned along with me, consumed (all of me with a single touch) by this fire I can never extinguish(ed my every hope and dream and prayer). Run before itís too late (nights when I knew he was all I could ever want). Escape my nightmare of half-reality, of butterflies that flew through summer, now dying (inside) in the too-cold(-hearted bastard) August night.
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