Perhaps a shadow of my former imagination
Flickering, fluttering in the corner of my (heart?) eye
Happiness is like the butterfly
Sinking to the bottom of the kill jar
Spread, sprayed, and pinned to velvet
Mounted for the world to see for ages
Or
Is reality like the butterfly
Floating, flying through winds across the (mind?) land
It’s beauty to fool predators
Pollinating, fornicating, fodder in a web
Delicate, tenuous as dust
From damaged wings
Spiralling towards the false safety of glass
Psychoterrierpy 