
Photo by Kate Abrielle
Drowning Butterfly
A poem portraying the struggle of finding relief during anxiety attacks
She was drowning
A cacophony of voices yelling
Tintinnabulation ringing in her ears
Vowels and consonants splattered around
Blending together to form seamless lines of dialogue
Entering the area where speech forms understanding
Like an invisible dictionary hidden behind the lids of the eyes deep beneath the skull
She was falling
A response bouncing around the empty caverns of her mind
Trapped behind her teeth as the words float around her
Everything was unintelligible
A foreign language she had no way to translate
She was sinking
Words rotting around her
An ocean of formless, useless literature
She wanted to fight against the current
But it felt so much easier to just let it flow
She was shrinking
Getting smaller as they all stared at her
In her sea of syllables and syntax
She was fumbling
Looking for a word
As the giants looked down
Seconds from stomping on her form
Squashing her like a little bug
She was dying
All the noise nothing more than nitrogen
Choking her without hands
Nature’s natural criminal
She can’t breathe
She can’t see
As the anxiety attacks