She was desired. Admired. And she inspired

Under the spotlight, her glittering, jewel-like eyes sparkled with cold warmth. Her lips spilled into a somber smile of red. Her autumn hair was dancing in the wind, it seemed to flow behind like a handkerchief, that was waving a tired goodbye.

The cameras flutter with light, as her slow dance begins. Like a glass figurine, Donna twirls and flutters around. She reminded people of a her butterfly. Free, fragile and fancy in delight.

However, every butterfly has a a dark side. Whenever, we look at a butterfly, we don’t think about how they crawled their way up as a caterpillar.

Bella Donna was the butterfly but the woman was just a caterpillar in hiding.

Her ‘butterfly’ wings were poisoned. Creased and desirous.

Under the spotlight, she was admired (tired..)Desired (tiiiirrrreeeed!). And she inspired (Tired!!!)