I want to burn butterflies

Butterflies need to parish in a fiery pit of death somewhere. They keep fluttering around inside my stomach and its disgusting and annoying. Disgusting because it feels like I swallowed a jar of live caterpillars who bloomed into butterflies. And annoying because I already know whats going on tomorrow, no need to remind me. I swear if I barfed right now, it would look so weird. He he, butterfly chunks. OH, and this isn't even the worst of it. It happens every year, I lay in bed, not able to sleep, while the little butterflies have a dance party in my tummy. They're not even considerate enough to think to invite me.