when i die i want you to read these words and weep like a little fairy who's got clipped wings
i've put the scissors away but if you flutter out of turn you can watch as the dual blades glint in the vivarium lighting
pulling apart butterflies and leaving the remains on your doorstep serves as a warning and a promise
the pin twists and twists right through the thorax and i can display you on my wall like all the good little lepidopterists do
"yes, well, i caught this one in pennsylvania, you see..."
but why boast about my accolades? the submisson of a creature so danity and petite is hardly a difficult feat. i pressed my shoe against the pavement and crushed you between the heel and the asphalt. scraping the remnants off the sole posed more of a challenge.
"...at one point in my career, this particular speciman meant a lot to me."

abby