butterfly tattoo

Loaded gun in hand.
Bullets full of naked words.
She sells skin not sanctuary.

Bruises graze her back.
Butterfly tattoo stamped on her shoulder.
She guarantees fun.

Kicking inside her is her excuse.
Lying on her couch is her reason.
Gripping her bag she hoes it won't be necessary to scream.

Angst takes her hand.
Waiting without gum is horrid.
To the curb it is.
Just a pause in time.

Car after car passes.
Lone soldiers.
Some with innocents.
Finally a savior.
One kind face.

Streetlights will serenade her eyes.
His jaded eyes proved unkind.
Bullet holes line his roof.
It's a tear sweat galore.

His favorite point, her butterfly tattoo.
Painted blue wings with ease he'll peel off each wing.
Tied to to the rim her choices are slim.

A tear sweat galore.
All they found, her bracelet,
amniotic fluid.
Her body was unrecognizable.
Feet away.
Her butterfly tattoo missing.

Another misfortune unknown.