Name II | Poetry

Every time I say your name


Flowers bloom in my lungs


Invisible fingers curl around my spine


Butterfly wings beat hurricanes in my


stomach.


 


The pressure is so strong


You could shove your hand down my


throat and


Pull out diamonds.

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Published on February 07, 2018 04:55
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