Wings

By Ariel Fullerton

the butterfly’s

wings open wide

like her heart

tries to do- fluttering at the doors

but she just makes attempts at weight loss-

and should refer to the feeling that bangs and wavers

against her rib cages- between her chest, remaining unchanged-

she cannot breathe, as her blood boils and her body demands her to feel;

she sighs and tells everyone she’s fine, as she flies away

as she wants to leave unknown

but leaves marks and ripples

through time on

everyone she

meets &

knows

By Ariel Fullerton