lift up enough to turn her on her side and bite down on my lip as my fingers trace the line of fluttering butterflies from the small one on her hip to the others that get bigger as the tattoo grows up her side. All her butterflies are behind black thorny vines. I lean down and kiss each one sadly. I know what this is, I know what it means. My butterfly might have stepped out of her cage but she created a new one full of thorns to keep everyone away. “I’m going to break you free from this, angel. I’m going to help you fly.”
