Subject: Chaska
From: A butterfly
Date: 20 Apr 2016

You didn't have to work so hard to put on a show. You didn't fool me with your self-proclaimed gift of the gab. Everything I gave was given freely as a gift.

I saw you.

The phrases you tried on like various styles of clothing held an awkwardness that spoke of hidden pain and past rejection.

I saw you.

Do you not realize that my gift is all that you wished for?
The omen of its arrival rendered in black ink beneath my skin.

"Death to the old way of life" chimes the clock that pierces your heart.
Transformation into all you are meant to be.

The packaging was not what you expected? It was only the chrysalis you saw.

In your moments of doubt know that I see you,
I care for you,
I forgive you.