When I was little I would touch butterfly and moth wings. The scales rubbing off color on your skin is a kind of magic. It destroys the animals ability to fly.
But it makes you look like glitter.
Moth 5/15
- dust held
making a flap -
thing are continually damaged
the gray ash lands
in a cup of water - flakes of salt
in oil
you touch them and they fall
- scaled and thinning -
a network of lead without glass -
flint in the quick of bone
flint in the quick
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