by Faye Lewis

Created on: June 23, 2009

Hordes of motion, blurring, swarming, hypnotic-a true social butterfly.
Melding beautifully within her natural habitat, yet finding no reprieve beneath the vacant, envious stares...
Deceivingly secure wings, tainted with fragility, misconstruing the obvious,
Lying patterns of exaggerations and exhilaration painted delicately upon the splintering surface, blinding the pitiful caterpillar into believing.

Oblivious spectators ignorantly accepting a self-portrayed hallucination,
Playing the part of the infallible beauty when the beast rested beneath the appealing platform, writhing and flailing in its chains.
Breathtaking butterfly exhaustedly landing in a long-deceased forest,
Mangled branches emphasizing the internal turmoil, ravaged leaves showing evidence to the self-infliction, unstable roots begging for grounded security, for freedom from constant inadequacy.
Shock waves resonating screams, apathy, conundrums, shuttered cries boundlessly unheard.
Abandoning regret, forgetting humanity, inhibitions exhausted, rubbed raw as the wings grow gradually more faded, less eye catching...
The butterfly faithfully journeys, impending honest efforts proving nothing but futile.
Rejecting the sweet rapture of childish innocence, reveling only in the comfortable shadows, still managing to possess the alluring consolation of the light,
Seductively, exquisite flowers coaxing the beauty to an undeniable, potent nectar.
Giddy with anticipation for the next sporadic fragrance,
A glass jar containing the intoxicating scent of a more enticing annihilation.
Suffocating, constricting, compressing precious airflow,
Soaring to no valid destination, a fruitless attempt to avoid the inevitable...
A shattered jar, with no oxygen once the glass cascades in a demolished heap,
Glistening crystals, watching without fully knowing, knowing, without fully comprehending...
This cowardly charade, masquerading as a hero,
Beneath the sheath, the pinned, glorified wings, a realization-ferociously mauling.
Trembling sighs, gasping breaths, and for a moment, true beauty is unveiled.
Abundant stillness, witnessed in a silent movie by waterfalls that never know absolution,
A fated end tragically bestowed...

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