Butterfly’s Soul

Fire roars in the background as she dresses

I see her slowly transform herself

Like a photograph coming to life

As she dresses, I hear the rain outside my window

I feel my blood distill itself

She is like a wild mythical creature

Dressing slowly and without concern

She introduces her legs into her stockings

Like crystal her shadow is against the wall

The candles flicker, my blood boils

Just throw a handful of diamonds on the floor

My mind repeats the thought

Let me save you beautiful creature

But my time is over, I cannot touch her

She’s still dressing while I sit in awe watching her

Her body, a conquering ship that crosses tempestuous waters

Deep secret waters which we all carry inside

Her soul full of corrosive trauma

Her trauma adds to her raw beauty

Taking you places you’ve never gone before

Hidden places locked deep,

Unimaginable to the average mind

Hidden from the untrained mind,

Hidden from the naked eye

Hidden from those too afraid to face themselves

The room shakes under her commanding steps

Like a Roman conqueror she owns the room

She owns you

She turns around and smiles

Beautiful, tormented yet full of shine

As if it had been painted by the crying brush of a tortured artist

Only now can I relate to his torture

Let me save you cries my heart, but my lips won’t make a sound

I do not dare utter the words out loud

My heart knows to do so would make this our last time

She loses her balance as her Jersey falls over her breasts

I want to reach for her hand but know that I can’t

A dark Jersey to match the darkest parts of her mind

A golden metal looking skirt to match her light and her detachment

A rainbow scarf brings life to her eyes as it chokes her while she smiles

Seven times she rolls the scarf around her throat

Seven laps of pain

Dark shadows, red lips, dark coal lines highlight her eyes

She looks up, she looks at me, she raises her eyebrows with pride

Untouchable she is

She lets you own her body but her soul has no master

Do not get too close for her soul will own you

What a beautiful tortured dream she is

She looks up at me, looking deep inside of me

Her beautiful hazel eyes hold a gaze as if beyond a grave

Her lips quiver; I know she wants to cry

But she stiffens herself and forces a smile

Outside on the street the rain has stopped

She puts on her black long heeled shoes which propel her figure

And after one last contemplation of herself before the mirror

I hear the resounding door as it opens and closes

There she goes…She is now gone

I get dressed quickly and run after her

Let me save you cries my soul

Too late for I am faced with the smell of dirt and grass

Dirt and grass and something more

The sweet, intoxicating yet delicate scent of her perfume

Her scents reign strong

Her aroma unquenchable regardless of her absence

Jut the smell of it brings order and peace to my soul

I live to see you again once more

By Sofia Falcone

I passionately believe one person can make a difference. I write from my own experiences and interests. It is my greatest hope that by writing about my own challenges, victories, hopes and learnings, others may feel inspired to believe more in their inner power and to fully embrace themselves!

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