Frozen Butterflies

Butterflies.

So fragile. So beautiful.

Their wings thin and delicate. Thin as razors. Sharp as razors.

Like little angels, fairies, they swarm up. Up from the earth into the frozen air.

Freezing as they rise. Shattering in the freezing air. Frozen shards falling to the earth.

Thawing, reforming and rising again, only to shatter and freeze and fall.

Perpetually.

Fallen Bird

A bird.

Plummeting.

Ice in her veins.

Broken wings, empty sky.

Bright cold stars and the blackness of a new moon.

Blood pouring from shattered white wings.

Blood seeping into rotting leaves beneath.

Crimson against black leaves

Bloodstained white wings.

Shattered and broken.

Never rising.

Silent.

Still.