Sunday, April 9, 2017
Today's OneWord: Butterfly
I felt the colors of my skin flake away, like the fragile neon patterns of a butterfly's wings, scraped off by God's invisible blade as He attempted to cleanse the artistic palette. All at once, I was falling - pitching forward, chin making contact with the marble floor, though no pain reverberated from my jaw to my nose. I simply lay there, as my muscles contracted. As my bones shrank. As my entire body metamorphosed.