From my journal while hospitalized in August '09
Black butterflies begin to stir in my belly,
they work their way up to my chest...
then my mind.
Their Razor sharp wings shred apart my insides causing everything to jumble and spin and ache.
Everything heats from the friction and begins to boil over until suddenly the explosion erupts from my brain, my belly, my chest.
Thousands of black butterflies spew from my body...from every pore...from every part of my being.
Unleashed upon it, the world gasps and is repulsed by my loyal pets.
They swarm around me for hours...days...and then return home to hide.
Art work by Jasmine Becket-Griffith
"Dark Ribbon Fairy"
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Intro to Black Butterflies
Labels: Introduction
Bad days,
Black Butterfly,
deep thoughts...are they poetic or just sad?
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