They left me on the mountain top.
Offerings laid at my frozen feet.
A butterfly in a transparent case, coloured wings pierced through with pins.
The preservation of the beauty extenuates the loss.
My teeth will tell my age, my stomach my last meal.
My blood still holds the drugs they gave me on the trial.
My clothes will tell a story of how my people lived.
A child persevered in ice, a traveller through time.
You look at me and wonder.
‘How could they have sacrificed their love?’
The answer to that question lies within the power of gods.
About the Creator
N J Delmas
I lean towards the darker side of fiction and poetry. I love folk lore, fairy tales, ghosts and witches, often giving old themes a new twist. I have published with several magazines and am in the process of writing a dark YA fiction.
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WOW
Power to the GODS
Rock it
WOW > > Great line> My blood still holds the drugs they gave me on the trial.
LOVE IT. All Korean children are taught Nabila, or Korean Butterfly song growing up to teach them Korean. I grew up in Korea.