butterfly
butterflies flutter inside
a grotesque mash of unnecessary fears
arisng with a single murmur
prepared to tear away all composure
a psychological smoothie
with a powerful punch
sickening without the sick
quickening with every tick
the clock never stops
while the ground still drops
the hills are increasing
my whole body spinning
until there's nothing left
except darkness
watching myself float away
butterflies flutter
bye
This poem is about:
Me