I’ve heard about butterflies, but there are spiders in my stomach.
I tried home remedies to exterminate,
Now I’m sick
And high.
It’s that rush of too much chocolate,
And coffee and t.v.
And that first drag off a cigarette,
After a big meal, cooked with soul.
Once it was a beach fire,
A warm, bright beacon,
secure in its ring.
But in a moment of divergent gaze,
It breached its pit,
Morphed into a fierce inferno,
And made ashes out of my beautiful world.
The ripping flames rolled over me,
I was blinded.
My skin was burnt, scarred.
Alone
I stood and I shivered.
Love was gone,
And the air froze in my lungs.