Inside my body flies a butterfly.
It moves through my veins.
It moves its wings carefully.
It feels like an innocent tickling.

Don’t catch it—you will regret it.
It extends sharp claws.
Long vampire fangs come out.
Red turns to black.

It tears up from inside like a tiger.
Like a predator that eats only raw meat.
Not blood, not life, gushes out.
A black spot gushes from your heart.

What grows for a hundred years
Someday, it will eventually turn bad.