Climbing up in my tree house,
trying to catch a butterfly that couldn’t seem to stand still.
Going up further, (but not far enough).
Innocent eyes reaching to grab the butterfly that flew away earlier.
Not noticing until it was too late, that something was catching me instead, and was pulling me down with it’s weight.
A sweaty hand clamped over my mouth,
and another hand up my shirt.
A man’s voice whispering in my ear, “Don’t worry it’s not going to hurt”.
I looked up and saw the butterfly spread it’s wings.
The man climbed on top of me and told me it was good to try new things.
Heart was beating faster, but not fast enough.
I couldn’t think of anything, but wondered what was going on.
Then something bit me, so I tried to get free.
But the man grabbed me and slapped me to my knees.
He kept injecting his poision inbetween my legs.
He told me to be quiet or I would die.
I tried looking up and when I did, I thought I saw the butterfly cry.
The butterfly was free,
and I wanted to fly away.
Man got off of me and told me if I told anyone, he’d come back the next day.
My cocoon was opened up,
and I was still asleep in my shell.
Man took away my innocence,
and left me trapped in this hell.
