Belinda Wood
Butterflies
I think I have insects in my spine
Crawling with their pincers on my skin
and wings of paper battering my gut
Climbing the bones of my ribs,
and laying eggs in my throat
You gave me ants under the eye socket,
And I felt them pull under the kidney
I felt them pull and I thought,
This must be it
That stars-in-the-eyes and butterflies-in-the-belly kind of
kick
I have a tendency to attach to air
The further away they feel, the closer I am to nothing
Belinda is a wandering psychology student with a penchant for self-reflection. You can often find her with a mug of peppermint tea by a lofty window, pretending to read a psychology book.