Poison.

The wrenching pain would not leave her alone.  It jerked her left and right, seeping through her veins with malice.  She was the mother butterfly, with pride not to fall.  But even as she struggled against the pain and malice, the poison seeped through her.  Slowly, it cut through her wings, transforming light to darkness.

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