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Burning Butterfly Wings

There were never any butterflies    
with you, there was only fire.      
My Lord, the burn      
it was so exquisite.      
Barriers turn to ash.      
     
Desiring the burn to continue...      
Dreaming of becoming the burn...      
Demanding the burn catch fire,      
So it could become the Refiner's Fire.      
 
Instead the embers buried  
themselves inside butterflies wings,      
Kindled little by little      
Until the butterfly's wings are      
 Just grey ash.      
     
Is there any hope of a phoenix      
Carrying us back to      
When the burn was pleasure?
Written by Jadedembers (Starving demons)
Published | Edited 6th Jan 2020
Author's Note
Domestic violence when mental health is involved.

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