Drabble 38 – Imago

The metaphor is too easy. Also, butterflies and moths creep me out. Moving on.

There are few things more unnerving than thinking that finally, maybe, you have everything under control. I keep looking over my shoulder as if something else will be lurking there, like I’m playing a perpetual game of Whack-a-Mole with my responsibilities and emotions and entire life, essentially.

That’s okay. I’ll live. I’m frighteningly good at that.

Anyway, here’s a drabble.