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A graveyard in my stomach :
then it happens that you vomit up the corpses of all the butterflies whose delicate wings you once felt fluttering in your stomach, you vomit up everything you once believed was love, and all that fluttering you mistook for a new life awakening inside you. the butterflies emerge dead, one after another, you realize that what once fluttered joyfully inside you was never as eternal as you thought. you stare at their wet wings and remember how many times you closed your eyes, listened to their fluttering, believing that something beautiful was being born within you, then nothing remains. you vomit up the last one, are left alone, staring at their corpses before you, wondering: how could something that once fluttered inside me, turn into this much death?
