a demoiselle with its filmy transparent wings and blue tail hanging in the air. perhaps a cobra brand chopper equipped with machine guns rippling. that of very young and tender daffodils by the tranquil waters. that of giddy and dreamy butterflies of early summer… maybe one of those butterflies ornating the drawing book of a school child. turning around its axis, that demoiselle descends fast vertically. honeycomb of fear, black speckles of death… men, not much different from a butterfly, as they are! while stroking, their blooms can exfoliate. just then the boat capsizes, and its oars sink into a quagmire…
neither intestinal amebiasis nor an epileptic attack… as if Vietnam syndrome! dream i indulged myself eating into my brain. coded lock on the door, iron curtain for windows… everybody being my enemy, me everybody’s murderer. before dark i drag to the forest the corpses. ferns, ivies, carnivorous plants… a lizard flying in trees, a red snake sharpening its tongue… horror sirens keep prolonging. even if i feed a cat or water flowers, benevolence does not cover savageness. i look behind me.
the murderer of butterfly, demoiselle!
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