free
(5.18.21)

for once i do not feel suffocated
polluted water does not attempt to consume me
my mind is not a dungeon of my own doing
i have control over the things that want to end me

too many butterflies is a harmful experience
when they are blindly in love, they can kill
no mercy for the being they inhabit
you can only hope they will

you no longer cut my heart with your own words of knives
it does not take eons for the painful beat to subside
you look at me

you still.

and i do not flutter in my core
false visions do no recognize you anymore
f r e e