Dread Butterfly

Shine. 

Gray, bluish, pale, wet.

Pee, poo, acid, bile.

Dread that would not rub off. 

Terror.

Two grey wings, black at the edge.

What happened? 

What did I do? They did? 

To the doctor? Hospital?

Shock.

Will it need a transplant?

Is it healing? Fever?

What if it gets poo on it? 

How can we protect it?

Healing. 

A week-long yellow fell on my lap. 

Warm, wet, joy. Feathers.  

We might get over this. 

Fury.