Every single night
I endure the flight
Of little wings of white-flamed
Butterflies in my brain.
These ideas of mine
Percolate the mind
Trickle down the spine
Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze—
That’s when the pain comes in,
Like a second skeleton,
Trying to fit beneath the skin I can’t fit the feelings in
Every single night’s a fight
With my brain
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