The Girls Butterfly
Piles of burden stood in the girls mind.
Packing her lifes necessary and leaving just in time.
Loving others was one part of life.
That was now not an option that was in her suitcase.
The bed was made nicely and neatly for those.
Where her memories were made into her own cycle.
The girl folding her own dresses that were torn.
By the lies her family her real family tried to tuck under the boards.
The floor rumbles with thier cries for help.