Butterfly Retrospective

You were a butterfly. A flitter. A careless flash of sparkle. No thoughts of what you left behind. No sense of any harm you caused the flower petals, creasing, groaning, from your weightless weight. Until you fell. Your wings askew. Aflutter. Useless. Pain you couldn’t bear from unseen heels crushing you. I grieved before your body stiffened. I wished your wings could bear you up. Perhaps I should have wished you dead than watch you struggle. Fighting to the end.

published on The Interstitial