I shove my fist down my throat to stop butterflies spilling out,
spluttering under sticky toffee pudding sky
lines and lines of grass wave hairy heads, panicked to be plucked in
late May air - bare and dry, naked as paper.
We drink fizz to soften silence, look down at birds chasing their shadows.
Ice on pinking thighs
I lick my lips to hide frantic flapping wings,
clouds gather as marshmallows, bodies of grass rise to look.
tongue tickled by flutters, I drink more to drown the butterflies.
Let them digest into crawling caterpillar crumbs in my stomach’s pit
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 4:38 PM UTC
I shove my fist down my throat to stop butterflies spilling out,
spluttering under sticky toffee pudding sky
lines and lines of grass wave hairy heads, panicked to be plucked in
late May air - bare and dry, naked as paper.
We drink fizz to soften silence, look down at birds chasing their shadows.
Ice on pinking thighs
I lick my lips to hide frantic flapping wings,
clouds gather as marshmallows, bodies of grass rise to look.
tongue tickled by flutters, I drink more to drown the butterflies.
Let them digest into crawling caterpillar crumbs in my stomach’s pit