Butterfly

Dodging sparkling drops of citrus, wings sun-kissed by too much lipstick, blushing crimson, glitter dusted, wafting on the breeze. Resting on the morning's glory, between the pages of a very short story, drunk on life that soon will end, not knowing anything else. Dancing on sunset-stained velvet, fading memories, without regret, soaring on the heights of freedom, alone...born to die. Angry drops of violet rain, icy cold, kill the pain. Lack of sudden lucidity, it's not meant to be this way. Drowning in ebony sorrow, now, knowing there will be no tomorrow. Twitching, hopeless, when will it end? Breathing...fading...never to fly again.