The Chaos Butterfly Poem by Jilted BUTTERFLY

The Chaos Butterfly



if he flaps his delicate wings
a hurricane starts in my heart
a storm so violent -
we close up the doors and block the windows to keep out the gusts - the gusts

we didn’t invite him
we didn’t ask

and now we have to close the doors and block the gaps with old pillows which are no longer comfortable.

but still he gusts.

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