In my stomach.
Are broken down by
Acid
And absorbed into my bloodstream
Their flutters traverse all constituents of my body and enter my
Brain.
Making it impossible to think straight
To be myself
Who am I then?
As butterfly wings and red blood cells coarse through my limbs
Initially shocked by the presence of the other
They come to an agreement.
I am nothing without my blood
I am nothing without my wings.
Nothing digests into something
But what.
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