uproar in the meadows
sparks fly
a rosebush is 'de'flowered
as the hordes move in
beautiful death...
surrounds me
glints of cold steel
razor edges tipped with
blood - mine
I crumple to
the green grass
bleeding
as the steel winged
butterflies
flit around
murderously...
inspired by the smashing pumpkins song bullet with butterfly wings
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