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

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