Thinking of Butterflies

Pulsing green light surrounded him inside the angular chrysalis. Even when he closed his eyes, he could still see it, sun-bright upon his retinas. It felt like it was trying to burn straight through him. He had volunteered and now the chrysalis was unmaking him and remaking him, pulling him apart and stitching him together.... Continue Reading →

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