Flutter By

Toughened.



Calcified.



Indissoluble.



Beneath the lumpen membrane I am formed.



This chrysalis shields my exquisite splendour from the waiting world.



Anticipation mounts. Will I fly? Can I fly? Will I take to the wing and soar, ever higher, the sky my only constraint?



Or will I emerge to be devoured by a creature more voracious than I? My life snuffed out, cut short, annihilated; just as I am on the verge of discovery.



My armour provides both shield and prison. My mind squarely divided. Flight? Concealment?



Is it worth it? This struggle? This battle for beauty and freedom?



Just for a day?