Butterflies in the Intestines

what is this that i feel

light in the skin
not that i could fly
but swept off my trembling heels
the knees
i can't quite feel them
i feel oddly giddy
the streetlights, the people, the noise
all of it spirals up the smoke, the traffic
until the entirety melts away into a void
the breeze against the constant skies kisses the goosebumps
the helium balloons by the highway turn orchids
i feel i am losing it all
the guts twist

as if all of the seas within are baring into the supernova i hide in the whirls of my navel

i feel pukish
i think i will throw up
the tongue has gone dry, arid than the mighty deserts
the heart is racing against every brittle moment
i can feel it screaming
wildly splashing blood all over
in a war to break free from the shackles of the deterrent ribs

i could be dead
but the breath just gets heavier
as if here to stay
escapes are too commonplace apparently


if they cut me open
my blood would smell of your skin

why is this what i feel