Butterflies

She said she felt her baby’s spirit when she saw the butterflies, the nearness in gentle fluttering. Her now empty womb and empty arms, she is the lifeless cocoon. Once a haven, a precious and majestic home of fragile life, and yet when the time came ripped open and abandoned her purpose was served with not even the benefit of a goodbye.

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