You want to pin me down like an exotic butterfly
Examine your catch with collector’s pride
Inch by inch
Feast your senses on your prey
Explore it with your probing fingers
Ready to intrude
Pinned down like an exotic butterfly,
I dread your hungry grasp
Don't you know what happens to butterflies
When you touch their wings
Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 1:32 PM UTC
Here I am. A deer in headlights, feeling stinging unease.
Just a moment of confusion, right? Lingering unease.
My body’s stiff, the realisation bringing unease.
The remorse splayed out across his face. Hands-wringing, unease.
A line I didn’t think to draw. Static pinging, unease.
Must leave. Lost in a maze of thoughts. His scent clinging, unease.
Should have been more assertive, Lou. My ears ringing, unease.
But I made myself small, a mouse with quivering unease.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 12:32 PM UTC