space butterflies 9/15/25

I no longer feel nervous around you, and my mind seldom lands on you.

Because- when I relive you pulling my wings off, I want to expel you from all of my senses.

If I let myself elicit thoughts of you,

the feelings I get will induce vomiting.

With new wings replacing the space where my delicate ones were,

I can’t stop cutting anyone who comes towards me.

They see a butterfly;

however, there is razor-sharp metal where my frailty once was.

A physical manifestation of your apocalyptic pain

, learning to fly

photo from Nasa.gov