a Poem by Raquel Swann
The butterflies flutter about. In random circles all the day long. They haven’t always been there. Just recently hatched from cocoons, I assume.
These insects are special. They only come at night when I’m alone and all the world is fast asleep. Or so it would seem.
They speak to me, but not in any tongue mere humans would understand. Perhaps, it’s the tingles I feel against my innards. It is just so.
Will they return again tonight? It is almost certain. I no longer know what my life would be like without them.