Rebecca Kate Summers (02-09-90 / Durham)

Tamed by no man
Broken by their swords instead
What brave men who think
That which we cannot capture,
We shall destroy.
Do you think me a butterfly?
Pin back my wings and arms and
Mount me behind glass on the wall
Like Christ on the cross.
I told you I trusted you
How foolish I was
To think
To believe
You wouldn’t hurt me
And yet here I hang
Your butterfly pinned
It’s a good thing the glass is so thick
My thin cries would break the heart
You do not have.