Butterfly
There he stood
In the doorway
Barely even a shadow
Darker than the darkness
There he was
Clear in his intentions
Blotted out
Smudged with his sin
There he moved
Over to the girl
Helpless
He had finished
She had changed
He had left
She had stayed
As time had frozen
And space was altered
Her metamorphosis
Was death to herself
He had taken
Her cocoon
But she was not
A butterfly
Copyright © Sasha Spichke | Year Posted 2018
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