Butterfly Girl

My delicate, blue, wings disappeared off of my tiny, lifeless, body. Pain shot through me in all sides. It was like I was having my organs, muscles, and bones, being ripped out of my body by strings. In reality, it was me, leaving everything I had worked, and lived for, behind. I had no name, no life, no emotions. I was an empty vessel, just waiting for someone to take. Someone to claim. Someone to love.