Razor-Edged Butterflies

Slash open my innards,

fearless sociopath,

gash open my stomach,

heartless stranger,

and let loose

an armada

of razor-edged monarchs

that shred piece by piece,

as they did my intestines.

Then, and only then

will you know how

I suffered in silence;

the method of how

my heart fell

into the darkness's glint.

Author's Note

Photo courtesy of Anouk-Productions of Deviant Art.

Reviews

[Bluefire]

This is amazing, I love the bloodshed and soul in this piece. Very unique.
Well done!!

[Tai Ryens]

Thank you!

[Bluefire]

No problem! ^^

[akihsna]

: Oh my, it's beautifully written :O
Somehow, I feel some sado-maso stuff going on here haha! Where the sadism of those razor-edged butterflies is inflicting the sweetest pain in your stomach and the masochism side of yours is enjoying it..
Quite paradoxical in a way too if I can say.. A feel of unrequited love, a one-sided infatuation..all unveiled through your piercing words. Awesome.

[Tai Ryens]

And that would be love for you. A pain that you pity and enjoy.

[Lina Grey]

butterflies in the stomach, like people who get nervous, antsy, jealous. letting loose the pain and unease of one's problems. misery loves company, eh? great metaphor, very graphic, almost beautiful, in that dark way. great write :)

[Baby Ricochet]

Wow! From the title to the last line, classic Tai. Excellent job young man!

[Pax]

i see graphic descriptive pain in this short poem...
sharp and to the point.
great job!

[Tai Ryens]

I know I'm pushing it by asking this of you, but may you please read my newest poetry, "Singing, Soaring Azure?" I want some thoughts on the metaphors there.

[Pax]

smiling here... no problem... i will..

[That_Girl]

Kinda beautiful in an odd way. The thought of the butterflies mixed with the intestines... I don't know. Seems almost... beautiful. Nice.

[Tai Ryens]

I speak of my own experiences but whenever I forget to take my antidepressants and get anxious, jealous, depressed, and the likes, I get butterflies. Kind of . . . an anchor in my stomach, at the same time I don't mind heaving it about.

[That_Girl]

Certain things/feelings become comforting while depressed, I get that.