Butterfly Frustration

Flickers of velvet emerge from canopy petals. Pollen spat through the air, shimmering metal descends the stem. Like sunlight scorching dust eaten by the wind. The duplicate wings blue veins with orange thread. Cascading with firework effect then landing as porcelain on red brick. You cup your hands, restrain the fragile beauty. lift her from the textured stone. With careful precision, place her on a flaming rose. Divide your fingers and the fierce sun highlights a bonfire of dust that rolls between the gaps. An artery snaps as emotion roars, Frustration fills the heart.