Butterflies shot out my spine today.
They flapped their blood soaked wings
and flew away.
I buckled low onto the floor,
Spoke your name as my sight grew sore.
The winged beasts left such a hole.
(Much like you did upon my soul).
Though you’ve poured salt into my heart,
I forgave you from the start.
The butterflies they knew that too——
That’s why they burst out of me
and flew towards you.