Sleep slowly washes away , these butterflies fly wildly in my wake. My heart is pounding , rapidly slamming against the confines of my chest. One beat , two beats , my ribs ache as this beast awaits just a moment to escape from this cage. My stomach is light , filled with little creatures having festivals , slowly affecting my vitals.
Why the hell am I nervous? Why does my heart thump as if to warn me that it is being given away? I don't understand , these feelings right now are something I am unable to comprehend. I stare in the mirror , a reflection of my chocolate brown eyes staring back at me with a kind of softness that is unusual in its place. My lips are softer , as if it was cared for in my slumber ,as if someone kissed me deep into my sleep. There is an unusual heat between my legs , wetness dripping in between my folds. What monsters have aroused me in the night? My skin feels a bit smoother , it's surface softer then I've ever felt before. What ghosts have been nurturing my soul? I crave to be held , to be looked into my eyes as one individual kisses all the oxygen from out my airways. What thief has come into dawn? Who has gambled and won this precious pawn? There are butterflies in my intestines , fairies caressing me from the inside.
-Liyah Smith
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A conscious state
PoetryThere are layers to humanity , realms within ourselves which we can connect to if we dive into an absolute conscious state.
