butterfly

She expholiated,
The truth crawled into her skin.
Struck a nerve that
Made her realize.
I saw it,
Her loss of innocence.
A subtle difference,
A look that gives you chills.
The ones that run down your back & arms.
Slither through the bone
That tingles when the weather gets cold.
The moment freezes,
I am always haunted with her innocent life,
Presently only a memory.

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