TW; sexual assault

Butterflies are loaded with all the beauty that a being can

hold? haha!

An opinion that always sends her head down an ocean of

thoughts,

with its waters flowing out from her eyes,

Wetting her cheeks so skillfully,

that she always gets to blame it all,

on a crappy rain or the grumpy old neighbour and her

fishtank,

that's been broken atleast a dozen times already, only to

wet her face?

Every time she recalls the moment,

Gripping her fingers tightly around the rods,

Her heart screaming out loud,

with a tone that's draped in fear,

Eyes plunging down with disgust,

Her inability to scream out loud,

consuming her thoughts,

Forcing her to succumb!!

The fear that consumes her heart,

everytime she senses a hand on her shoulders,

Forcing her head to hold up her guard.

Cheers to the day that granted her the fear of butterflies!

The day she started reviewing every person she met,

Every thing they said,

The way their gaze dawned upon her,

The way their hands touched hers,

when they shook hands with her,

Everytime reminding her of beautiful butterflies,

That reminds her of but memories tanned with fright!

You might wonder at times,

how something so serene to you,

burns her insides to tears!

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If only you knew the story,

hid behind the metaphors,

that never failed to convince the skies,

To unleash a crappy rain only to - haha you know the rest!