a preview of my new work which will be published in SYN magazine, portraits of sweet constellation eyes.
MOON CHASER
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katie eleanor
ouch, my heart.
the girl who had butterflies for skin preyed hopelessly to her lover, an old hollow tree who she was once born from, ‘the butterflies of my skin are wilting, please grant me new cocoons and keep my youth eternal’. for the old butterflies had now died and had grew into an endless black veil that protruded from her skull. the tree sighed, he had watched his lover turn selfish as she formed her own healing crystals under september’s full moon, he was growing old and his patience was beginning to wain. nevertheless, he cast one final black butterfly out of his branches and she caught it on the tip of her long finger. she loved the hollow tree once more, as the butterfly stitched itself into the lace of her skin.
