Marina Kikeyeva

I am a caterpillar. I am eating green words that I do not even want to eat. And that every single day. Nobody would notice. The dreams will die as you keep on eating dirty feed. And becomes a russet-colored huge moth, someone said long time ago. But I did not believe. Because I still have a dream. I am holding it carefully and carefully with both of my hands and sleeping with, every night. Sliced skin in between the fingernails and the noise of an ear chopped off. Just a tiny moment in the afternoon to meet myself. I do not feel empty. Because I do not want to forget. What colored butterfly am I right now? I hope I look like a beautiful butterfly as you do; I open my russet-colored wing so wide. And talk to you butterflies. What color is your wing?