Darlingtonia
Dayle Olson
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Currents carry me on coastal vapors
exhale me in a boggy breath away from swallows and salt spray. Welcome, the gilded plant whispers in tones of seduction, a vibration my veined wings answer. Temptation dances before me, the sway of a forked leaf, purplish green waving its nectar scent, the invitation, a glossy open mouth. Translucent cells filter light as I enter, descend the chamber, glide over intoxicants, my thorax stroked by filaments, pleasure pushing me deeper. Limpid windows promise exit, but lead nowhere. I am not the first to fall for this trick. A broth of flies and beetles beckons as the pool pulls me toward the bottom, unable to flee, or fathom how exquisite is my demise. |
Serena Hunt | Sunny Flower | Photograph
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