i want to keep feeling these butterflies forever
when they spill from my mouth
onto the bathroom floor
dead wings, gleaming silver in the moonlight
out of season flies, glimmering wings in the light of my phone screen
i want to keep these butterflies forever
they stumble and dance around my stomach
tie it into knots that i can't seem to entangle
anxiety bounds itself tight around me
the butterflies won't leave me alone.
i want to keep these butterflies forever
but the sun is rising
and mo(u)ring has begun
the pinks and gold stream through the bathroom window
mo(u)rning has begun.
i am alive for another day
and it disgusts me,
these butterflies still spill from my mouth
and your words are still thorns in my brain.
