There is a rattling
In my chest
Like a heart
That is
trying to beat
But instead
Is being beaten.
There is a
Rattling
In my chest-
There is a
Rattling
Like a
hollow belly
full
Of dead
Butterflies
As if they were
placed there
To remind me
Remind me that-
They were placed
In an empty
Tombstone
As if their presence
Would be
Enough,
As if they could
Peel my skin
From my
Bones
And make
My belly grow.
Please...
Don't make me.
I
Am full grown.
You...
Were placed there
To remind me?
I
Remember.
I remember
The lullaby from
Your wings.
Please eat.
Please eat.
Please.
I remember
The tummy aches
The sour throat.
I remember...
Her.
How she replaced
My name with
Pale skin,
With shallow bones
And homeless
Eyes.
I remember
You
Thief
Draining
The hunger
Clotting
In my blood.
I promise
I will
Throw up
Throw up
Throw up the
Golden butterfly
Apologies.
I will forget how
To cry
How to bleed
How to swallow.
But I will
Always remember
What it feels like
To have
Growing pains.
About the Creator
Brooke Holland
The manipulation of words into art- that's my middle name.
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