butterflies

as if they have left their larvas

right into the middle of my eyes

tiny butterflies

and maybe from there

where all the tears come from 

that tiny hole

they somehow slided in 

and started to fly in my stomach

softly caressing the walls of my gut

with their wings

then 

days 

have gone

i couldn’t open my mouth 

couldn’t take a breath from you

it got darker 

darker in me

butterflies 

couldn’t see 

my walls

the darkness surrounded their wings

all covered by a green slime thing

couldn’t fly

couldn’t breathe

died 

in me

my gut turned into a butterfly cemetery 

and you didn’t recognise

when you did,

way later, 

tried to resurrect them 

it was late

so late

that you couldn’t find 

even the cemetery