~tasha~
Age: 124
Total Posts: 47628
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Location:
United Kingdom, United Kingdom
I saw a
butterfly
once, it's left
wing was
crumpled, tipping
it off-balance
as it crawled
along
the window sill
It's right wing
was still
smooth and
perfect,
gaily coloured in
a pretty
pastel pink -
It looked so
cheerful and delicate,
as it beat
against
the air, the
butterfly
struggling vainly
to lift itself
back into
flight -
And then a
slight
breeze came along,
nearly tumbling
the crippled
butterfly
out into
dangerous wide-open
spaces
But I cupped
my hand
around it's
frail form, protecting
it until the
wind had passed
by in it's
mini-fury.
And I continued
watching it.
You came and stood
beside me, and we
watched together
for a moment,
silent in our
own
personal musings...
Then, suddenly,
you brought your
hand
down on the
butterfly,
smashing it against
the window sill
You kept your hand
over it, just
for a moment, and
then lifted it,
staring at the
crushed form of
the forever-broken
butterfly -
When you looked at me,
you smiled
and shrugged, and said
that it didn't matter, that
the damned thing
might as well have
been dead already,
that you had
done it a
favour -
And you walked
away,
whistling an
almost familiar
tune...
And in that moment,
I
was the
butterfly
