Behind My Back

It’s the feeling you get

When someone goes

Behind your back.

They take a knife

And drive it

Through your spine. When someone

Takes butterflies

And shoves them

Down your throat,

Wrenching them all the way down

Into the depths of your stomach.

So that every time

You hear their name

Or see their face

You feel the flutter.

Everything reminds you

Of what they did

To you.

What they said about you

To someone else.

Then all of a sudden,

You forget

Move on.

But the butterflies still shudder

With fear that

They’ll come back.

Do it again.

And the knife,

It stays lodged in between

Two vertebrae.

Threatening

Pain with every

Single

Move.

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