dust and butterfly wings
hollow out my body
make more room for butterflies
if i could catch them i would but they keep
on flying out of my mouth, wings getting
trapped in the air.
dissolving, but i dont mind
when they turn to shimmering dust instead
little bug legs crawling inside
up and down the veins near my heart
wings flapping against my lungs like its hard to breathe
stuttering
their wings could rip holes through the flesh
letting them out and watching
them all fly back to you
theyre so beautiful i can barely see
swarming my skin, shimmering, stuttering,
rebuilding my insides with their delicate bodies
until im nothing but dust and fluttering wings
exactly as its meant to be
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