clock ticks the beat.
let. go. let. go.
me, and this truth.
baby bird in the canines of a cat.
you see the legs twitch,
but… hope is gone.
alone at the dining room table,
I crouch and gnaw the bones.
why bury what you
already left in the sun to rot?
mouth full of dirt,
my love for you swallowed.
you forget your body rests here…
a welcome fire burns
within every room of my soul
and only wants to shed
it's light on you.
on the man that I honored,
that I knelt down for
like I never have.
may as well have
donned the black
with a splash of white,
I worshipped so.
and now she swings before you,
a fresh bird flying free.
as you crave to be.
your canines shine in her reflection.
I do not swing free.
damaged wings carefully folded,
I sit at this table
and long for teeth.
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