I won't open my mouth to say a word
I'm terrified they will flutter out and leave cuts within my throat
As I've been picking wings from my teeth from the times that I've tried to speak before
Cocoons are rattling within my ribcage
caterpillars have made a nest within the pits of my stomach making me feel uneasy
every word you utter is like falling leaves filling their bellies making more spawn no matter how many I try to get rid off
slowly choking on a kaleidoscope of translucent wings
Trapping them within and filling my head with the sound of clashing flight
But I have to fight back the urge to let them out,
Due to the fright of you also being cut by them
Or that you will try to swat them away completely oblivious to what they try to say
I doubt that this is what people mean when they say they get butterflies
I thought it was more of a metaphor
Rather than a literal feeling.
How can one be so nonchalant while having chaos trapped within ?
How does one not let them spill?
