Butterflies and Silver Orbs
Invasive thoughts burn holes in their wake, making more room for them to settle and keep.
Scents and colors, butterflies and muffled moans.
Dark eyes and sweet cruelty, sweet pain.
The showers slow to a trickle, and the sky opens up to reveal a silver orb. The world falls silent, but for the sounds of the jungle.
The calm is overwhelming, wrapping itself around all those who are patient enough to stand still.