Butterfly Fur | Meg Nadine Wenzel
I call melatonin my
dream capsules
dissolve the plastic cocoon casing in my
stomach acidic polysaccharide
to let the butterflies out and about
I’d like you to stay out of my dreams
so, maybe, I’d get a wink
of restful slumber but the butterflies
flap their wings like I’d imagine your
lashes against my skin while I sleep
…
so, it’s okay, I suppose.
I wrap my body in my own polyester cocoon
to emerge a moth
rather than a butterfly.
Meg Nadine Wenzel is a college sophomore studying English & Creative Writing + Archaeology with unclear goals of (maybe?) ending up in museum studies. Caffeine addict, vintage maven, collector of all things strange, Meg is a mystery even to herself. Outside of her devotion to Pink Ochre, find her work in Red Clay Magazine and The Broken Teacup.