Scientists and doctors alike claim “emotional pain involves the same brain regions as physical pain, suggesting the two are inextricably connected.”
The bread basket in my stomach has been opened and all the butterflies trickled out, unsure but wild with excitement at the new adventure. They didn’t know the exposure to my blood would kill them.
I have had a life full of those butterflies pounding at the sides of that basket, creating nerves, tension, elation, every emotion that ever stirred me. Now they have relinquished their life in pursuit of the unknown. Is my blood poison? Did they not know? The delicate wings could not sustain the pressure and my little butterflies were not made to swim, after all.
You spoke those words, so determined, over the phone. My throat was tight with all the words I wanted to assert but simply couldn’t.
My face went white and I knew my butterfly friends had left.