The Butterfly Effect
My stomach’s sucking monarchs out of the air,
It traps them, and binds them and drowns them- they’re scared
Tremors in my stomach- they open, erupt
The cracks and the ulcers spell out inept
It’s shaking and writhing, the monarchs are stuck
They’re slamming the walls, they’re screaming, they’re fucked.
My eyesight destroys them, maims them, they’re dead
Along with the thoughts and worries in head
My stomach reached stasis, my heart did too,
But you’ll still never know my feelings for you.
