Birds Birds Yes, the Birds ScreamA Poem by Elizabeth Deane
"B eak puncture my liver!"
old trodder yelling through tubes from their grandmothers. "I m your baby ! I e a t your horrid and soothe my parching lips and their cracks with teeth, biting it off if need be." They're vomiting.
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Added on January 31, 2021 Last Updated on January 31, 2021 AuthorElizabeth DeaneFLAboutI'm an 18-year old girl in love with gothic narratives, romantic moods, obfuscation, and exercising way too much empty prose. :) more..Writing
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