It's funny how the flutter of a butterflys
wings can change us, change how we look at things,
change the world. Only time will tell when we will
finally realize how strong we all really are.
I read a book the other day, and it talked of a
who was raped by her father who she, in time,
murdered after years of lies and dirty hands.
The book said that this was life, this is what we do to
eachother. We must be strong, it said, we must be strong.
I think what it was trying to say was, Don't forget her.
Remember her pain, for it also lies in you.
I won't forget her.
I'll always remember the way her fluttering wings
steadied my hand as I pulled the trigger.
I'll never forget the sound of a butterflies scream.