unbound

A butterfly broke her wings
As if flying wasn't enough to keep her alive
As if the color she painted on her stain-glass appendages 
Wasn't enough to hold her in the worlds cold arms
A butterfly broker her wings
And she herself knew
It was almost intentional 
Not that she wanted to be grounded but more the sky itself
Was too vast
 

Butterfly

VT

18 years old

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