Butterflies float in the air
Like jellyfish in the sea
Elegant, fragile, docile,
They swirl,
In a dance of grace -
- a last minute prayer.
The butterflies choke me,
In a dance of death,
They fly insight my mouth
As if I was crippled,
As if I had nothing to say..
down my throat..
in my stomach..
knees and feet.
Take your butterflies home
I cough each one of them
and they fly back
As I breath my freedom.
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