uneven exerpt

your wings crust and rot uselessly at your side, never opened

with red, raw spaces between young shoulderblades
with eyes sheathed in a feathered crown,
   slips off
falls down.

I close my eyes:
 past my perception of withering form,
somewhere underneath, I know there's a wet heartbeat.
and all hearts beat the same.

one heartbeat leading into the next
your heart inside another's.

for no reason at all,
mine continued to beat itself to death.

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:: i've read this 'excerpt' several times since you posted it... and i was quiet because i really wanted to go on and on about the sheer power of humanity and the connection between one heartbeat and another... but i don't want to spoil your page... :P :: there's a sense of 'home' in these words... in the last few lines especially... yes, there is all that struggle and pain... but somehow we have connections and that keep us going... :: exquisite poetry...

[Creepy Swine Guy]

WOW! If I get this properly, this is a graphic, brutal view of a demolished, fragmented heart ... a snapshot of betrayal seen from within.

[just_teague]

Yes, that is one: the more abstract and subtle reading. Nice job catching on to that.

The literal is based off some baby robins I'd been taking care of, before the last one was taken off to be rehabilitated into the wild.