Tell Me

Why is it you have left my chest?

Tell me why
My butterflies do not flutter how they used to.

Up in a frenzy,
They raged.

Once gone,
I feel that I’ll never feel their powdered wings again.

Though there are times,
I contest,
That I feel I will be liberated,

It is short lived.
For soon again I shall think of you.

Ever since you left, the butterflies have ceased.

Yes, dead.
Their corpses scattered across my lungs and entrails,
Lathered with dust and hatred and loathing
Of oneself.

The moths come now,
I feel them.

Pecking away at the couch and clothes you left in my chest.

The warm, lived-in home
Now barren and away from life
Besides rot and moths.

Though there is a quiet beauty in them,
Those moths.

I still ask why you left, Heart.
Why did you leave me?

I used you to love and to feel,
To feel anything and everything you desired.

But you’ve gone and stepped from between my breasts.

Why did you leave me, Heart?
What did I do?

Author's Note

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