Butterfly

Butterfly prose poem

Uploaded by John Dorfner


she pulled the heart
from her pocket
she looked at the hunk of red muscle
she bit into it, it tasted sweet
she felt the blood drip down her chin
she realized she would always
be a part of her now, as long as there was a she
she lay the heart down on the brown RR timber
and looked at it, in her calm mind she saw the heart beat
then she looked off the high RR trestle
and down at the creek, far below
the sun, that sweet flower of dust
time was coming to an end
standing up she felt the effects of the bitter rotgut wine
she’d been drinking all afternoon
but she was happy and laughed out loud
for no reason, she lifted her right foot and
stumped down on the bloody piece of meat
in the last moments of daylight
she thought of her work, her heart
it now resembled a red butterfly
a little creature she remembered from her girlhood
the butterfly spread its wings and floated off the RR trestle
into the orange sunset
she followed the butterfly
home

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