Poetry
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you promised you were holding the ropeTold you I want to fly off the cliff Hands printed on my back, almost like I was pushedMy brain, a smog, no one will know My jaw in pieces The concrete kissed me, helloNo rope in sight Daddy, you lied did you care that I died?
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Every dagger plunged through porcelain bones,Shattered my pieces, scattered on the floor. No blood to be found, Just remnants of a once hollow place.Shattered glass shaking, pulling jagged edges together again. Not even a tear could she shed. Sat pretty on Mama’s shelf Shattered in daddy’s shop. What would be left when she was all…
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My eyes squint, lips quiver. Don’t look at me.The flood gates open, Goop slides out my nose. The churning stops my breakfast from going down I rev my engine, I’m on the run Get away from me I cover my mouth,bile’s about to blow Brown locks whip wet pink cheeks,The ache of hearts incinerated sets…
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He told me we weren’t actually related His words are leeches inside my headSucking the belonging out of my head They were sharksI was a birdNot really his sisterJust barely their daughterHanging by thread Laced round my neck Trying to show themI could swim
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Sweat drips off my beak The dreams returned to me Holding him in my arms He’s elected for his last breath. He mutters he’s sorry And then he is gone. I carry him to his grave, a single daffodil, I lay His one human life is now done. No more sunrises, no more chances for…
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What happens after my last breath? I ask myself for the thousandth time. Hair prickles, Palms sweat. I chew the end off my thumb nail. Stomach churns, I don’t know. What will it feel like? The beat of thumping in my chest growing louder, A concert just for me. I close my eyes tight All…
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The world is on fire Will I burn too? When I wake up tomorrow Will the sky be blue? Hazy heat, a double-edged sword. Frigid cold can’t touch my bones, But will the blaze find its way? My brain melts in tiny beads Rolling down my forehead. The dampness of spring has long since dried…
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For months the blood drained out of the tiny holes Where feathers once rested. I was certain the bleeding would never stop. I could see no path forward. They had destroyed me, What was the use? One day I found a small vile, at first I felt it no use then after a while, I…
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Walked in circles colored with my blood. Dug a crimson rut. Clueless to the way the ground was lowering beneath me. Looking right,Looking left, Looking down, Looking up,All those birds, Flying above me. I wanted to be up there. At the time, I hadn’t noticed A door not far away, I’d been too busy begging…
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Taking flight never felt so hard.Looking down, my feathers were gone. I can see it now,The way they laughed at me Each time I’d jumped from caged windows trying to fly. Dad scooped me off the pavement again andshoved me back on stage,“Sing lizzybird, sing”I opened my beakAnd let out a scream.What a marvelous sound…
Healing Birds Fly Again 