MENTAL HEALTH

I Have Killed a Dozen Butterflies

By Jastine Beatrice Yap
(Image courtesy of Quang Nguyen Vinh via Pexels)
Trigger Warning: Death

I have killed a dozen butterflies…
Had their powder dust my fingers
As I grasped my hand tighter and tighter
Afraid to let them fly away

They were my conquests
Such delicate, almost ethereal things
I watched them fly,
Hoping someday I can too

I have killed a dozen butterflies…
Afraid to let their beauty fade away
I wasn’t content with just looking
I wanted assurance that they would stay

I have killed a dozen butterflies…
Even though I didn’t want to
That wasn’t my goal
But as I flit from one extreme to another
Their wings were losing their dust
My desire to protect them from the world 
Cut off their scales
Destroyed their wings
Made them die a slow death

I killed those butterflies…
I’m sorry
But I wanted to be in control
And this was the only way I knew how

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Jastine Beatrice Yap

Jastine Beatrice Yap

Philippines

Jastine Beatrice Yap is a queer writer diagnosed with Bipolar Type II, Borderline Personality Disorder, and ADHD. She is an undergraduate student studying for her Bachelor's Degree in Agriculture, majoring in Agricultural Extension. Her passion for writing is matched only by her love for theater and her dream of starting a non-profit that will use theater as a primary agricultural extension tool in the Philippines. She is the author of children's books: ”Being Weird,” “I See The Princess” and”You Are Special.”

LinkedIn : @jastinebeatriceyap

Editorial Acknowledgments

Thank you to Apurva Makashir and Tanvi Sethi for their inspired edits on the piece.

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