The milky moon sets coral highlights ablaze on dusty grey wings. Cecropia navigates the humid July. Her compass is that distant glowing orb. She is on a desperate pursuit, exuding pheromones as she flies.
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Dancing luminesces of red flicks, orange snaps, and licks of cobalt blue mesmerize and ensnare her vision. She forgets her milky white guide and follows this unorthodox beacon.
She flips, swirls and spins in a wild, violent frenzy. Certain her mate is in that radiant blaze, she dives in. A wing is burnt and crippled by a lick of cobalt blue.
I am a nerdy, queer pastor’s kid who grew up repressed, plagued by demons, and only found escape through my writing. In which I explore worlds of horror.
