Three Minnows, a Salamander, and Ironweed
7 parts Ongoing MatureLet me float upon the wind like a scrap of butterfly wing so brutally ripped away or let me sink like a rock skipped and doomed when I must stop skipping. I went into the woods monster bound, whether the one nipping at my heels or something worse deep between the trees, who eats human flesh and yet showed me mercy. 'You have a purpose' the hollow inside me tells me as it swallows me whole while my savior watches from a million miles away. I am a myth born off a single word from a single set of lips, and he is a monster, story spun as vast as I am small. Oh, how we tangle, such opposites, how we tangle.