Disclaimer: See, there's this god that walks around on earth, and this god, he owns 'em all. Bow down to the great Joss! Ya'know, 'cause I'm just a lowly fan who likes to sneak in and borrow the characters; Hey, I promised to return 'em, eventually.

Author's Notes: Drusilla drabble.

Rated: PG

Date Started/Finished: January 28th, 2005

The Sky Is Raining Acid

By ~Delenn~

The sky is raining acid. Hissing, spitting; telling lies.

Burning… mmm… burning so pretty. The butterflies are caught in the web. We burned off their wings, like paper. Now they’re just ugly bugs, crawling round, stuck. Best to crawl with them, where all the ugly, dirty things live.

Came out of the dirt, just like us. Born from the dirt, always so agonizing, with all the burning.

Can you feel the butterflies crawling round in your tummy, waiting to be born with their missing wings?

Mmm… I can hear them singing to me. Such pretty songs of pain and death.

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