Butterflies I | Poetry

The butterflies in my stomach

Have wing-beats like hurricanes.

My eardrums feel thunder-struck

As the echo remains.

 

Sometimes the pressure is so high

You could shove your hand

Down my throat and

Pull out diamonds.

 

 

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