Invisible waves of movement
Ride on the lyrical lines in my head
Hypnotized by the chill
Surging out through every finger tip
Climbing the swaying breeze
To the humming butterflies
Deep in my chest
The feeling creeps to the unforgiving misery
On my side
Crawling inwards through all the bullshit
Into my strawberry center
Eating away at myself
And the blood feels fast
But looks slow
Tickling my ache
Until it slithers away
Awaiting for its next turn