Butterfly Wings
you’re like a sadistic child
that pulls off butterfly wings.
only you do it to people
you take away their everything.
you’re deblitating,
you take away my ability to fly.
you leave me writhing on the ground,
only able to cry.
you store all the wings
in a ‘people wing box’,
keeping out intruders
with a sturdy, heavy lock.
you rip them off
put them in your box on your shelf.
you steal the wings
to make a pair for yourself.
