Butterfly

I stare into the mirror.

Piece by piece, I shed my clothes.

I'm standing there naked, alone.

I am a cocoon.

But the caterpillar is long dead.

The cocoon is now shriveled.

I peel off my skin.

My secrets spill out.

Every.

Last.

One.

My heart is a frozen block of ice.

Unable to thaw.

Unable to feel.

Decay in my bones.

The muscle rots.

Maggots filling my chest.

I wash away all of the dead.

So little left alive.

A hopeless case.

I find the butterflies you gave me.

Most have withered away.

But one is strong.

Still there, fluttering.

It lands on my nose.

Sweet butterfly kisses.

Oh, how I have missed those.