Every breath, a weight on my chest, reluctantly comes, being chased only by my quickening pulse. A knife slips between my ribs and with every word that passes over my lips, it twists. A silent scream is trapped behind my teeth. Butterflies with knives are cutting up my insides.
Found poem from Automatic Loveletter's song "Butterflies"
Check out the other poems in the "Butterflies" series. This is a found poem. The lyrics at the bottom are not my concept. This poem was written in 2016.