LILLY LIVED WITH BUTTERFLIES

Lilly lived with butterflies
Whose colors whirled across her eyes
And wore fake wings to emulate
The very charm she'd grow to hate

Dreams of grace were all she had
When disavowed by Dear-Old-Dad
Whose lackadaisical provision
Left her in nature's supervision

She walked for days cold and alone
Convinced she'd never find a home
When suddenly some butterflies
Eased her mind and dried her eyes

Flowered fields when full in bloom
Made Lilly love her wall-free room
But joy washed-out on days that rained
As cold and wet, her smile waned

When winter came, her friends departed
And Lilly was again discarded
As life reached a glum new low
And the color of life was covered by snow

Months later, flowers pushed through frost
But the hopeful metaphor was lost
As Lilly tore apart the wild
And left the stems in messy piles

And when her friends returned again
Lilly captured all of them
And bit their heads off one by one
To make sure that they wouldn't run

She put those villains in their place
And used their wings to wipe her face