July 21, 2017 Saw By caseycasey ¶ Posted in poetry, Uncategorized, writing ¶ Tagged anxiety, butterflies, heartbroken, love, nervous, poetry, sad, sadness, sleep, writing ¶ Leave a comment I wish someone would saw my insides out. Hack me down like an old oak tree Finally, let out these butterflies rotting in my gut. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. Zak told me to take everything with a grain of salt. I told him I love the taste too much.