Birth of a Soldier : book edition

  'Standing with her hand in the tree, (not just on it, in it as if what made her and made the tree were indistinguishable) stood a butterfly soldier.  She had her eyes shut.  Vines hung around her and at her feet like a pit of snakes, if anything came near they rose, weaving a pattern till they resembled something animal, hissing and spitting they attacked.  In the forest, the trees began to groan, swaying too and fro like pregnant women.  Faces began to break through the trunks.  As if the trunks were made of rubber, and the people beneath were struggling to breathe.  From underneath the bark, hands emerged, joining together as if to split the trunk.  The bark still looked like bark, but it had a rubber appearance, as if the fibre of the earth was changing, jus that second to let these pass through.  A split appeared and a the tree began to shriek, the body dropped onto the floor covered in sap, it was a butterfly soldier.  The world was bringing reinforcements'