Metamorphosis

by Aleza Freeman

the wings-become-windows butterfly.

Image by e³°°° via Flickr

“Such an imagination,”
she sputters in a
puckered-up,

lemon-mouthed,
Brillo pad kinda way,
as if creativity

and a penchant
for fantasy were
the road to

disappointment,
a land of shriveled 
fairy feet, treading

on shards of glass,
trapped in swampy
muck-filled dungeons.

I shivered,
I cried,
I repressed, 

I died.
But I’ve been born again.
And this time, I have wings …

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For Free Write Friday, on Imagination

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