To accompany the following poem that I wrote two years ago:
"There’s a swarm of butterflies fluttering inside me,
wind swirling from relentless wings
spreading through my veins, straining my muscles, shattering my bones
spinning the storm of my thoughts
and luring my eyelashes into a poisonous waltz
filling the night air with endless longing
that one day they'll flutter butterfly breeze
on your cheek."
