Blue and Black Butterflies
Blue and black butterflies
beat their wings
in the belly of my soul,
blowing brisk breezes
through the empty spaces
between badly bruised bones
The whistle of their winds
echoes of wistful wishes,
woven with water-colored threads,
and thoughts of being wrapped
in the warmth of your whispers
In absence of your breathless kisses,
my heartbeats belt broken ballads,
and their bass now bellows
in the bitter blackness
where my butterflies
were once bright orange.
Posted Jun 1, 2018, 9:06 PM UTC
I see it's already been mentioned, but your use of alliteration helps to drive home the emotion of the piece. I also appreciate that you were able to expand upon the cliche of "butterflies in the stomach" and really make it your own. Nice work! Keep writing!