Birdwing
I'm feeling kind of blank today.
My hollow head holds nothing inside.
Anything I'd be feeling drips out my eye sockets and onto the ground
like a raindrop sinking to the ocean floor.
A butterfly lands on my face.
Its wingbeats vibrate against my sanded skin.
A birdwing, I think.
Opalescent aqua and jet black softly flap against my head.
The butterfly could have chosen any head to land on.
Soft fur of a squirrel, light wool of a sheep, or smooth skin of an octopus.
But it chose me.
Who knew a single butterfly could provide so much validation?
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