the beach house

by Rachel Lynch in


Hold me a little longer butterfly. Keep me till winter's end. You are fragile in hughes of frozen blue. I want your affection. I want your wings. Stay a little bit longer under the shoreline. This sense of wonder and awe does permeate the new skin you have grown, golden in the purple plains. Textures of wildflowers unearth themselves upon your arms. I believed you to be weak, but you have proven yourself so strong.