Ugly Butterflies (Sasha's Disease) "I never became a fly," she said. The girl lived her life in a soft-shell like egg. Sasha was the "girl in the house next door"- Professing God herself, was a fly- And the creator of ugly butterflies. The girl claimed, "we are all flies"- Breeding and crawling among one another- Like an ugly, beautiful natural communion- Metamorphosing into the cell of a global Egg. She was a young prophet, a modern day prophet- Who believed we are all diseased. Our voices and sins spread through Sasha's mind- Through her bones where we were bred. "It's in your bones," she said- It's ugly butterflies.
Lynn Barry's Questions:
Is there beauty in the ugly?
What is the metaphor to you?
Who is Sasha?
Is she actually a person or an idea or a bizzare representation for something else? or is she a character in someone's mind? or is she God?
How does this poem challenge your perception?