Butterfly Torture

FauxNe

Butterfly Torture

Her heart is locked

in the vaults of a deadly rhythm.

With a breathless exhale,

every word escapes her mouth

into silence.

A fleeting moment of what could be,

paralyzing her with uncertainty.

Acknowledgement of the situation reveals

the lack of innocence.

Unacquainted and impatient.

This constant pursuit befitted the delight

in which she reveled. Gradually

her amusement evolved into a poisonous habit

of pushing others away. The cyclical rhythm

gaining momentum while hiding

all the pain. In time it will

find another way out as she

watches from beyond the veil.