Certain Genus

Find me in the reedy, agonizing greens and violent violets I never thought would hold my wings again.

Breathe with me, I beg you, as I flail, purposely so, deciding between the strange new Summer air or the viscous depths that would welcome me.

Pray for my soul, please, that the beautiful others, lost or prowling, don’t know I’m a threat or delicious at all.