Caged within my ribcage
Clawing their way through layers of skin
Tangles of veins
To the light of day and the air of night
Their escape is the blush on my face
Eyelids close, stifle the rush
Exhale their efforts and calm their razor-blade wings
Fly away butterflies,
Do not die, but fly
To someone who finds you beautiful
And will feed you life
Because to me you are vultures
Tearing skin and feasting on rotten matter
Your thin wings are heavy stones in my stomach
Eliciting tears that I will no longer give
To futile butterflies
And yet you're still beautiful to me,
Butterflies
