My Flighty HearytA Poem by Alexandria MariePopping, popping in my chest! Not hiccups, nor ribs breaking. Something more extraordinary: Hollow, ragged, bones shredding through muscle; My heart crowded against two sprung wings: Heavily feathered. “But how?” You ask. Am I not merely human as you hold me in your arms? Take a finger, And feel my back. For I hear a sudden snap. Perhaps they’ve sprouted further; found an escape.
Or perhaps my heart is mangled in its ravaged home.
Killed by its own devoted stirrings,
and urges to fly. © 2010 Alexandria Marie |
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Added on January 22, 2010 Last Updated on January 22, 2010 AuthorAlexandria MarieCleveland, OHAboutI write more than most, and not as often as I'd like. more..Writing
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