Chasing Butterflies

She started chasing butterflies
when she was only two
their brilliant shades of colour dancing
from her head down to her shoes

now 17 and falling down
no butterflies to chase
a blindfold held to blind her eyes
ropes to hold her in restraint

bound to the chair
she struggles to see
ropes ripping flesh
staining blood on her wrists

falling from her eyes
the blindfold hits the floor
she screams at the sight
she trembles in fright

the butterflies are falling
their bodies hit the floor

agony is ripping
like glass within her veins
she wishes she was back to two
when she chased butterflies instead of woe

--This poem was basically written about losing your happiness. Butterflies are like happiness afterall. Peaceful and graceful.--