FIREFLY A firefly smears dead at 60 mph on my windshield. It burns harsh, painful and iridescent in my eyes. It is dead and I killed it. Without question, I killed it. The chemicals in its body mixed by the Crushing impact of my van's windshield are glowing Yellow-green like those neon necklaces... Sign in to see full entry.
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