Butterfly
"The Flaming Cocoon "
"4"
Dark covers unfold
The oppressor grip fastens on her wings
Butterfly's colors change
Her skin grows spiked
The glow is luminescent
Eyes round
Back bent
Hair ravaged
Teeth sharp
A rare beauty
Who carried gold and silk upon her back and shoulders
Wears the scars of matted fur and tattoos of rag
As he holds her treasures
He whispers the melody of their love
The entanglement of his deceit
Wrapped in fantasy and soul
Has won her heart
Mind
Body
And soul
One betrayal for another
Marks the territory of her despair
Only growing the mark of the beginning
The mark of the tiger.
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