She can’t hide in this desert.
It’s too bright.
Though she tries.
Curling tighter and tighter,
every morning,
against the wind.
But the sun never fails
to find her.
Of course, it isn’t hard.
It simply follows the bloody footprints
that lead
to her tired rainbow’s end.
“Shivering like a Pinned Butterfly” was printed in Derailed, No. 3 of Inwood Indiana. Pick up the paperback from Prolific Press; the stories and poems published online are free to read here.
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