Butterfly Gland
Something is
wrong with
the butterfly
sitting below
her Adam’s
apple.
Hormones
destroy the
metabolism
of her life.
Anger-waves
cause cracks
in relationship;
epicenter is
in her neck.
Her black hairs
fall unusually.
Anxiety spreads
before her
vanity table.
Love dries in
depression. Their
bed becomes a
parched garden.
Her unlicensed
words hit his
heart. A death
rattle echoes in
the throat of
their family life.
A physician and
pharmacist derive
pleasure from her
butterfly gland.
Fabiyas M V
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