Butterfly

I try to open my dry mouth, and I try to keep my eyes open.I see a blond man wearing a sweaty tee shirt, holding something in his arms and bouncing in a rhythm I cant understand.You are just as beautiful as your mother.I hear his tear drop land on a babys sleeping face.Sebastian turns around and our eyes meet.It was all over.It was all over and I won.I survived.I and my baby girl, Vita, survived.