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some of you may recognize this one. like some other stories yet to be posted, it's made an appearance in one of my older journals.
from Rabbit-heart Girl's Broken Dream Tonic
Every Boy has been the Beetle
Beneath the black tree in the forest there is the part of the chimney that remained.
What housed the fire to safely burn is all that is left after the fire burned the house.
Once there was a wind that blew in a circle. Everything was pulled in and went around & round.
A black beetle tried to crawl in under a screen door. The wind tunneled over and sucked the beetle in.
The beetle was very small and the wind-circle very large. Aided by trauma, time slowed down. The beetle lived many years in the circle of wind, though minutes later rain came and stopped it all.
In the wind
the beetle met a butterfly. The butterfly was in bed.
I was asleep when the storm hit :said the butterfly
I'm tired :said the beetle
Sit on my bed and rest a while :said the butterfly
The beetle crawled into bed.
The beetle and the butterfly fell in love.
Later, the butterfly lay too precariously on the bed and in the blink of an eye the wind had taken her away.
Why was time not slow for her? :thought the beetle
The beetle then realized that in all the years he had lived in the circle of wind,
his time with the butterfly had been only the brief moment
in which he had looked up from the ground and saw her,
wings spread, poised delicately on the bed,
before she was whisked away.
He realized he had only heard a soft buzzing when she spoke. And he had made up all the words she said.
Time was only slow for the beetle.
from Rabbit-heart Girl's Broken Dream Tonic
Every Boy has been the Beetle
Beneath the black tree in the forest there is the part of the chimney that remained.
What housed the fire to safely burn is all that is left after the fire burned the house.
Once there was a wind that blew in a circle. Everything was pulled in and went around & round.
A black beetle tried to crawl in under a screen door. The wind tunneled over and sucked the beetle in.
The beetle was very small and the wind-circle very large. Aided by trauma, time slowed down. The beetle lived many years in the circle of wind, though minutes later rain came and stopped it all.
In the wind
the beetle met a butterfly. The butterfly was in bed.
I was asleep when the storm hit :said the butterfly
I'm tired :said the beetle
Sit on my bed and rest a while :said the butterfly
The beetle crawled into bed.
The beetle and the butterfly fell in love.
Later, the butterfly lay too precariously on the bed and in the blink of an eye the wind had taken her away.
Why was time not slow for her? :thought the beetle
The beetle then realized that in all the years he had lived in the circle of wind,
his time with the butterfly had been only the brief moment
in which he had looked up from the ground and saw her,
wings spread, poised delicately on the bed,
before she was whisked away.
He realized he had only heard a soft buzzing when she spoke. And he had made up all the words she said.
Time was only slow for the beetle.