Damned Butterflies

She laughs
Neglect within her voice
She sounds almost happy
Such sickly perversion

Spoiled, rotting at
the core.
She's left me for
another!

Perhaps as she lay
waiting,
a butterfly lulled her
away.

Wishful thinking,
I know.

Echoes ring
throughout my ears;
sweet silence sucks
me dry.
Pain.

Damned butterflies.
If I see one,
I shall pluck off
his wings.