Friday, 26 February 2016

caged birds

a caged bird – humming and afraid.
your own bones not recognising you.
you feel so outside of yourself.
is it consuming ?
to never be pulled into existance ?

blue hands,  no pulse in your voice.
so many ways of being alone.
sometimes i remember them all
right before i fall asleep.

maybe it’s not about getting out ;
maybe it’s about the darkness between seconds,
the silence in yourself,
a space so small and soft that
only a touch can destroy.

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