They are so beautiful because they are messengers of Death. Death's angels.
Every flutter of their red wings feels to me like one more drop of blood lost. I asked them "Why can't you come more often? Why won't your wings beat faster? Then I would be drained of all my blood. I would get lighter and lighter till I could finally fly away with you."
Of course the butterflies never say anything. That would be absurd. They just smile and flap their wings ever so slowly.
Finally as the sun set, they flew away. I laid back in my chair and closed my eyes."
(Oct 26, 2014)
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