Bury the butterflies

Bury the butterflies.

You gave them life with the first touch.
They multiplied by millions each hour, each minute of each day.

Now I watch you savagely pluck their wings, one by one
Before bashing them to death,
like a sadistic child.

Every horrible death leaving a bigger whole in my stomach.
Its silent now...

The flutters have all gone
All that is left is to burry
Their once beautiful bodies.
Never to be exumed again.