deadly butterflies in her stomach

go to sleep, go to sleep

afraid of day and night

anxiety burns, broken ash

lost of sense, blinded sight

sunset orange butterflies

flittering folded wings

habitat of a pitted stomach

the lovely nightmare sings

eyes tinted bloody red, cracks

under shields of wrinkled lids

she tries to float to dreamland

keeps replaying what she did.

hearts pounding, brains taunting

the knife she held the day he died -

no one knows, a secret for herself

but how long could she hide?

...

go to sleep, go to sleep

afraid of day and night

anxiety burns, broken ash

lost of sense, blinded sight