My stomach hurts again. But I am ignoring it. It's the damn wings of those bloody butterflies. Flapping. Smacking my stomach, the tips of my toes, the top of my head. Clouding my vision, cramping my brain, ringing my ears. I can't think.
So I'll slap my hands together and pray. Butterfly wings please wrap yourselves around and form the cocoon from whence you came, open up and let the caterpillar slink away quietly. Go backwards in time. I am afraid if I move forward you will all just flutter until you fly away and I don't think my body could take another departure.
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