place your hand on my chest
can you feel the rustling?
the almost constant buzzing of the monster growing it's nest?
in moments of stillness I can feel it tunneling through my bones,
until it comes to rest inside my ribcage
waiting to hear it's name called again,
when it will flap it's wings in reply,
shedding feathers under my skin.
once it's awakened it will continue its endeavor
in pecking and pulling,
making more room for itself
and less room for me.