Dried butterfly wings

You really think
you can climb inside
a time machine
and make all your mistakes
just disappear?
Take the easy way out,
your soda pop whispers;
take the easy way out…
but, no,
said the face in the mirror,
for this is your destiny,
dried butterfly wings,
your bright, shining destiny,
and there is no easy way out…

– K Poleet


“What is a monster? A being whose survival is incompatible with the existing order.” ― Denis Diderot



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