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Six ways to be a butterfly by seasaltrose, literature
Six ways to be a butterfly
Land gently and linger among the marigolds and asters, snapdragons and lavenders, daylilies and sunflowers. These buffet of flowers are yours to savor. So don’t settle. Play. Strut. Twirl in eddies because you know everyone is watching. Flit between sunbeams. Let light filter through your splendor. You are beauty. Be careful where you rouse your wings. You are power, rippling exponentially. A creator of hurricanes, you change the world. Emerge backwards into your cocoon. Disassemble each scale in your wings and strip. Be cozy. Stay cozy. Invent cozy if you want to know it intimately. Love your furry plumpness. Caterpillar, you are child again. Unfurl yourself. Let them see you. Let them see your whole self. Then fly away. Follow the tail end of summer with your brethren. Let the wind guide you. The sky is home. Never be one thing. You are a child that flies. You are an adult that never leaves home. You are the essence of metamorphosis. You survive for sanctuary. You
The Traveler and the Serpent by silalus, literature
The Traveler and the Serpent
The Traveler and the Serpent © 2021 JT. All rights reserved The traveler’s boots crunched as they trudged over an endless sea of dark glass. It was slow and hard work, and their armored suit was as cumbersome as it was heavy. It had to be. The result was exertion, and even with the suit’s climate regulators whining away, warm breath fogged the inside of its helmet. They paused for a moment and looked back the way they had come. Their path was easy to see in the otherwise featureless volcanic plain. Cracks spread like vast spiderwebs from the edges of each footstep. A trail of broken glass glittered in the helmet’s spotlight. The traveler looked up. The sky remained starless and black, even more featureless than the plain. It was like they had carved a path of diamond into an endless void. They suppressed a shudder. Back to the task at hand. Noxious, corrosive liquids streaked the screen of their wrist monitor, but it was readable. Temperature over seven-hundred forty.
