Little monarch butterfly. Fire ochre that burns bold and bright but her wings fold in pain when fingers brush. Sensitive juxtaposition against the hot blinding untouchable. Hah. Don’t touch her. She is ablaze shatters at of a hand. Not all she seems to be. She’s loud too fragile. she’s chalked up Pretty! Bright dancing sky flitting flitting so sweetly like careless little girl. So dainty pretty Balanced hanging air for split making us hold our breath before--ah! falls snaps back up acrobat-- good job! ‘fly. graceful. Poison bites bites hand feeds it. will thrash pull web. Let chew chew through wings! Why do you plague predator with poison? burn us! Scorn! Spit out. mean bright. The stings eyes fire hot. tempting. her-- fold kill you. witchy thing. knows what doing bane courses your veins lands arms begs take into maw…Poor sensitive. deceptive.