let us be free
they chanted-
rampant caterpillars,
wiggling lines
of blue and red
beneath my skin.
they ravage on anything
they can find-
swelled guts,
crimson clots,
gnawing even on bone,
destroying faster
than I can mend,
tie loose strings of sinew
into knots.
pieces of white paint
begin to chip off my ribcage,
their masses close in-
preying on, peeking at, pleading for
the meaty organ
encasing my entirety.
my eyeballs stare at the back of my head,
vision spiraling out of control-
limbs convulsing to the heavy beat
that rocks my body-
deep bass tingling
sharp pains
up my torso.
I dig deep into
the divets
of my collar,
down to the cups
of my breast,
raw flesh scraped
beneath my fingernails-
make it stop!
just one incision,
one slit,
one opening
needed
to look inside
and let them out-
void of pain, void of fear.
uncontrollably
I claw, I claw,
I tear open
and butterflies fly free,
their wings striated
with eaten muscle
and tissue.
I am left dangling as an
empty bag of skeleton;
once a home for
metamorphosis.
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