Butterfly Screams

Mirrored before her stains the image of her scream,
A damaged canvas tainted by cries of her dreams,
A rare beauty inked by scarred teardrops,
Painted by crimson secrets, shadowed by dewdrops,
She’s sculpted by brushstrokes of violet and red,
Graffiti shaded bruises, beauty unread,

Some say she has the delicacy that mimics a butterfly,
The grace that gives her the strength to fly,
The shades of beauty that seems one of a kind,
A damaged canvas with rue designed,
But beneath all the exquisite layers run blue streams,
And there lies the proof of a butterfly’s screams


Todays best new poem was written by Briseida Zepeda.