Butterfly Majesty

January 4, 2018

The butterflies fly around with such elegance and grace.
The butterflies start swarming me like a herd of rabid bees.
Blue, pink, and red wings carry me away.
I’m falling!! The wings cannot carry me anymore,
I’m too fat and hefty for the impending doom.
I land hard against the roof on my already ugly face and become beautiful like the fluttering, majestic being.

Then everything goes in slow motion.
As the air is cradling me,
I feel every branch slapping me in the mouth.

I lose feeling in my neck





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