I am what I am,
nothing less
More, I would suppose
but the try had gone out of it.
She feels her insides
seething inside her,
exploding to pieces.
Oh, for a moment's rest.
The black bird
cackles out a broken tune
in my foggy/recessed brain
Oh, my brain
or my heart...
Let it not grow hard
like his had before.
Cages ripping into my jaw.
I, wanting to feel its release
She and he, her and them
gone to the clouds,
which vanish into nothing


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