Butterflies In My Stomach 

The butterflies in my stomach

Are not butterflies anymore 

Rather are a series of fireflies 

Gnawing at my walls

Thrashing, there souls are crashing

The tiny glow of warmth

And security 

Now scares them 

Makes them rethink of there sanity

Its filled with explosives

Trying to rub it against each other 

Waiting for it 

To increase 

For the others life to decrease 

I smile at them

For I want what 

Is not in opposition to them

This sweet dish which I ate

Filled with chillies

Is not my favorite anymore

It is causing me acidity

So I don’t 

Eat anymore. 


10 Comments Add yours

  1. You are truly very gifted….amazing verses dear😊

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    1. Wow, thank you so much for your beautiful words of appreciation dear 😊

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  2. Diana says:

    Great verse Nancy – although there is the theme of indigestion, I find your words very easy to swallow 🙂 You have a gift!

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    1. Great minds see great in everyone love. And well I am pleased to hear that you could digest it… But does it really seem like one of my themes was indigestion? 😝

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      1. Diana says:

        I read it and immediately had to take an antacid from the mention of chilli and burning 😉

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        1. 😂 😂 😂 😂 😂


  3. Lost soul says:

    😍😍😍😍 The imagery just took my mind and heart ❤️ together!! 💜

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Awwe thats swt of u to say… Thank you so much lv 😊❤️

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