ancient sized big-beautiful-Butterflies, shredding my tiny chest, opening my most precious insides to the warm-wet-world --- they're flying out of me, wings fluttering as fast as it takes a star to sprinkle the earth with light they're dust sprinkling my own body with passion --
Suddenly, a black-eyed-vulture swoops down from a tear-filled cloud and vacuums the butterflies into his rotted-wrinkled mouth , disliking their taste , spits them out onto the cracked pavement and the pretty insects are soon squashed by a child's bicycle leaving only a smear of their guts on the syringed littered sidewalk.