Slowly, I come to.
First fingers. Then arms, legs and toes.
From somewhere a torso appears, topped by a head.
The pain takes a little longer to arrive. But when it does
the body is gathered in a cocoon of ringing muscles and
Eyelids flicker. Hands reach for water to wet a dry mouth.
The sun continues to rise.
I beat my wings
into the void
(Bleached Butterfly #1)