Butterflies

By , Chico, CA
There she stands
Knife in hand
Ready to end it
Ready to stop
Knowing that no one cares
She says one last prayer
Clenches the knife
Ready to end this mistake
That’s her life
She closes her eyes
Begins to count to three
But there’s a knock at the door
“Go away” she cries
But the knock persists
“Sissy, sissy please come out,
I want to go catch butterflies.”





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