a dead butterfly

i saw a dead butterfly yesterday. she was yellow with black spots.

she's supposed to be beautiful except that she was dead and her wings were already battered by the rain.

i carried her home and gave her a decent burial. maggots are now eating her.

i can't help but wonder if she had a full life, whether or not she flew her heart out that day she died. i wonder if she even had unfathomable sex before her obvious sudden death. you see, beautiful creatures hide themselves from the world when they're about to die.

they're doing the world a favor.

unfortunately for me, i saw her spoiled with mud.

I DESPISE THE RAIN