Made of Butterflies: Horror

She was made of butterflies. They flitted through her mind, her ears were filled with the whisper of their wings, and she could never look at anything for long without seeing flickers of color at the corners of her vision. Butterfly wings. It started when she was only a little girl, when her uncle gave her a "hatch your own butterfly" kit. Then in grade school, all the little girl clothes were pink or purple or covered in butterflies. She always chose covered in butterflies. She sometimes felt she was a cocoon for something greater.


Inspiration: http://www.flickr.com/photos/simplycasual/6911904671/
Story Potential: High.
Notes: I think...this belongs in horror. A peaceful, beautiful, evocative telling that when you strip it all out, becomes horror. Somebody's a cocoon, that's what. Or somebody thinks somebody's a cocoon. But it all ends in a flight of butterflies.