"The Girl with the Butterfly Mouth"
by Sydney Leigh
Her tongue is papery dust; skin shimmers and folds as she lands in dreams. Black feelers reach for your innermost thoughts; lust-backed carnal longings paint indigo scales on wings.
When she lies dormant, her breath steals soft dirt; soil poisoned by minerals steeped in hatred.
Upon waking—Mourning Cloak metamorphosis—her mimicry begins to terrify, your dream now a nightmare.
She binds you to a leaf with the glue of a thousand unicorns, where your screams are lost amidst thunderous fluttering.
If only you’d known how far she could migrate, you would never have held her down and said shhh.
When she lies dormant, her breath steals soft dirt; soil poisoned by minerals steeped in hatred.
Upon waking—Mourning Cloak metamorphosis—her mimicry begins to terrify, your dream now a nightmare.
She binds you to a leaf with the glue of a thousand unicorns, where your screams are lost amidst thunderous fluttering.
If only you’d known how far she could migrate, you would never have held her down and said shhh.
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