Nerves feel like the collapse of both your lungs while you simultaneously grip onto the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
And the more you can't breathe, the harder their wings flap.
The quick tempo of your breaths match the fluttering of their fragile existence.
Beauty hidden in the frenzy of your shallow breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Letting Go
PoetryWords? Are they simple? No. But they sure can tell a story. (A poetry novel)
