song birds

Depression is for the birds.

you thought your bones were filled with life, that tough yellowed marrow. but you were all wrong. they are hollow & that acidic loneliness has burrowed into your bones to nest. their knife-talons chipping away at you , beaks release the shrieking that shatters. & so you shattered. & from the cracks in your glass drain your colors. they trickle around you abstractly thickly , your fingertips darting like white fish in a vibrant sea. & the sight is so overwhelmingly beautiful that you must shut your eyes before you are to burst from all the beauty that swims & swirls around you. but your colors do not cling.  ' & what is life without colors? what are you now without your colors?' - ask the ravens in your empty pretty bones. 

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[Sami Khalil]

Loneliness has burrowed into your bones.
Well penned.