short story

Shift and Emerge

Above The Daily Dot article pic

E.R. Smith, 2018

Ugly creature that I am; pain is everywhere.

Always, scrunched faces I meet, as first impressions.

Pushed, shoved, jostled, intently examined.

Found wanting, not camera ready.

Affliction overtakes, cellular, no cure.

Shapes shifting, I cry out to universe for justice.

Vindication comes with symmetrical wings.

Now lovely, I flit and flitter, loyal only to mine.

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