The world is covered in crimson butterflies they’re flitting in my stomach dancing around the edges of my vision, I lurch to the side and more crimson butterflies pour out of my mouth.
Large, thin and translucent wings they spiral up into the air. Each beat of their wings coincides with my heart.
There's electricity in them now. Crackling and sparkling a blue and white energy dancing in between their antenna and the thin veins in their wings.
I reach for one and as soon as my finger makes contact I'm blown backwards my chest arches up, my pupils contract and all the air is sucked out of me
and for one moment I hover
and then like exiting the eye of a storm all the air is pulled back into my lungs inflating me once more and I almost gasp with the pain.
But the red butterflies are still there, dancing.
Blue white energy crackling between them.
So I reach out and touch one again.
And then suddenly I am gasping for air.
Creamy white ghosts hover around the edges of my vision, flitting to and fro.
One of them is trying to speak with me.
The butterflies are gone.
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