Butterflies,
Majestic and beautiful.
Gliding on hills of air,
Slowly descending towards you.

You open your mouth,
In awe

Unaware of what is to come.

You begin to panic.
Too fast
Moving too fast.

Your heart starts beating,
Faster,
And,
Faster.
Those colors begin to change.

They ram your face,
Tearing at your screaming mouth
Gaining access,
Crawling,
Scratching.
Gnawing at your throat.

Slowly sliding through your throat.

Sinking to the pit of your being.
Each wing hits you with its own strengh.

The sweat rolls down your face,
You don't know what to do.

You're shivering
Scared beyond belief

Struggling to breath
Gaping
For
Air
Stuttering.

You want help.

Who to ask?

Where to turn?

Only the butterflies know.