-a little girl runs in with her red pig tails bouncing holding a piece of paper while covered in paint-
"mommy, mommy!" she says beaming from her latest creation. "i painted you a picture! isn't it pretty momma. I painted it red for love." the mom stared through it and that girl as if nothing was there, as she just stared off into space in deep thought. But the girl didn't care, she was so proud... so numb. "mommy oh mommy arn't you so proud of me? I even painted the butterfly flying around me as i painted it." The girls skin now bubbled red, running down her arms and soaking the paper. Puddles now formed beneath her as she layed on the ground cradleing her wonderful gift. She slowly shut her eyes and smiled softly as her mother turned her gaze to the window following the birds with her eyes, while the soft crimson started flowing to her feet. Her mother's glare then was on the child's poor gental body. "Mara! clean this up! you're making a mess!" as she kicked the girl's side. But she didn't falter, she cradled her painting, watching the black butterfly flutter around her. She felt nothing but wonder.
-the painting now soaked completely in red lye in a crimson puddle where a child once layed. The only image on the paper that was seen was the dark imprint of a gental butterfly~
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 Yuzuki Miharu · Thu Apr 15, 2010 @ 03:53am · 0 Comments |
