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Writer's pictureThe Communicator

The Butterfly’s Jazz


Few clicks were heard.

It was almost time. 

Few cracks were heard,

Before he saw the lights,

Dancing around, 

Following a certain jive. 


Aglais swayed slowly, 

Like a newly-hatched caterpillar,

Seeking a shelter,

Before falling into a deep sleep.


Uncertain of what lies ahead,

Aglais took brave leaps and turns.

He innocently lived,

Trying to make the best out of his time spent.


Slowly, it grew tired of the cruel world,

Enclosing itself in a cocoon,

Shielding itself from—

The people and the environment.

Aglais curled, with arms crossed,

Never wanting to be harmed,

Never wanting to be used.


After series of rolls,

With his exquisite transformation,

Aglais started to break free,

Deciding to live—

To give the world outside, a chance,

And be the change that the cruel world needs. 


As Aglais flaps his wings, 

He tried to spread optimism while fighting against oppression.

He lifted himself higher, 

Trying to take a good look at the world.


Aglais spun around.

As he roam further—

Away from his comfort zone,

His eyes were slowly being opened,

On the struggle of living in this place. 


As Aglais places his feet on the ground, 

He felt the weight of his wings.

His back arched, 

A touch on its nerve stings.

Aglais spread his wings,

Trying to do something,

For the last time—

Like how good things are.


Before the curtains shut,

Aglais did a dangerous move—

The axel turn,

Exhausting himself,

Trying to save his identity—

And the people that would suffer,

Along with him.

As Aglais fell into the ground,

The beat stopped.

The dance ended.


Article: Jamaica Elcano

Illustration: Kaiser Aaron Caya

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