Butterfly Wings
There was a girl who ate nothing but butterfly wings for an entire year. Monarchs were best, like astronaut ice cream. Moths were easier to come by, but tasted like church pews.
The girl caught her meals in baby food jars and peeled wings like artichoke leaves. She let them dissolve on her tongue until all the colors turned to brown.
After a year and a day, the girl came down with a horrible sickness. She vomited incandescence, the smell of rotten tea bags. Her mother and father were worried and begged her to eat normal things like trout fondue. The girl refused.
The girl locked herself in her room and lined her windowsill with jars. She called out to the butterflies with a song in a language no one else could hear. At the end of the day, her belly was full and her carpet was strewn with wingless bodies all resembling guinea pig turds, but shinier.
