deadly butterflies in her stomach
go to sleep, go to sleep
afraid of day and night
anxiety burns, broken ash
lost of sense, blinded sight
sunset orange butterflies
flittering folded wings
habitat of a pitted stomach
the lovely nightmare sings
eyes tinted bloody red, cracks
under shields of wrinkled lids
she tries to float to dreamland
keeps replaying what she did.
hearts pounding, brains taunting
the knife she held the day he died -
no one knows, a secret for herself
but how long could she hide?
...
go to sleep, go to sleep
afraid of day and night
anxiety burns, broken ash
lost of sense, blinded sight
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