"A Metaphor For Something. I Think"

“A Metaphor For Something, I Think”

Butterfly wings as tea leafs, a taste like ginger and poppy seeds, feel the taste on our tongue turn into weeds, persistent, it never leaves, feel your stomach knot as it carries the cocoon. It encases itself in you body, it gets harder to breath, inhale exhale inhale exhale inhale, nothing you eat can satisfy it, except more butterfly tea, you become thin and your eyes are sunken, how can something so beautiful leave me so ugly, your mouth feels bitter and your throat burns of strong ginger, the cocoon in your stomach takes more and more space, where you feel there is not enough space for your soul, you feel sick to “your” stomach, the world seems to slow down, you feel the impending sense of doom in “your” stomach, you feel the color drain from your face, you collapse, your eyesight starts to fade, so does your hearing, the last thing you hear is the subtle fluttering of butterfly wings, your light and free from your butterfly agony, but at what cost?

- Afrahna