Chapter ten

When you grow up living inside of thunders, you learn to fear the warmth of the sun

You need to remember that wen someone’s eyes look as familiar as theirs, that

Healing is not a line

And the second you start to remember how soft their kisses felt on your Skin, that

Healing is not a line.

But not did you only

Kill the butterflies

You took one by one

And cut it apart

Ripped its guts out

And I felt every part

Of the process