butterflies

I just said to the butterflies as they kept flying in my stomach:

You really (really) don't belong there...

But inspite of my best efforts, they continued fluttering aggressively and vibrating my weak skin until it was sensible to the lightest touch. There wasn't one single day when i didn't begged that they silply were... gone. I wouldn't even care if their corpses, with fragil and soon rotten wings, layed on my system for ages to come. Night after day after night, i screamed.

And one morning my silent screams brought with them one little yellow butterfly that landed on my wet pillow. I swear i saw a tiny tear drop falling from it's hairy body.

She layed there for a bit, ant then flown out the window. Trought my mouth, and hears, and nose hundreds of litle colerfull buetterflies came out. They were red, and blue, had different combinations and shapes; after they left, a sweet (but never obnoxious) perfume stood in my room. Then everything was quiet. Silent. I could finally rest, and sleep, but somehow... my mouth tasted like death, and a destructive emptyness took my veins, my heart, my stomach, my whole body in a second. Now, there is nothing but the still memories of the time i couldn't sleep, and my thought were kissed by the gentle touch of butterflie wings inside.

Night after day after night i could hear an acute voice wispering

are you happy... now?