Tonight I ate a butterfly
he didn’t want to be eaten
he’s trying to get out
I can feel him here
flying around
flitting from liver to kidney
he landed on my heart
his tiny legs tickled
and made it skip a beat
or two
those delicate wings
slowly twitch and
brush my intestines
he’s moving again!
aggressively looking for escape
If I were to open my mouth
I know for sure he’ll escape!
I can’t even stand or walk
my insides are quivering
their vulnerable softness
under assault by paper thin wings
with my mouth sealed
and my heart erratic
I shake and convulse
sweat soaks my shirt
Why did I do that?
how was this a good idea?
It wasn’t even a dare
I just opened my mouth
and found you there