we were not born of blessed stars
we did not rise amidst
feathers scorched
from the burning bush
our mother planted carelessly
inseminated with a yearning
for tiny pretty things
she forgot to keep us whole
and instead dismantled our nucleus
cell by nervous cell
until everything grew into nothing
the skin of our young hearts
filleted as embellishment
for her fine collection
of unhappiness
year after lonely year
our mother became obsessed
with our expected failures
creating dusty bouquets
of abandoned feathers
as a reminder of her sacrifice
a reminder of her love
we were never meant to fly
we were born of sadness
and heavy with regret
we entered this life
choking on her tears
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
we were not born of blessed stars
we did not rise amidst
feathers scorched
from the burning bush
our mother planted carelessly
inseminated with a yearning
for tiny pretty things
she forgot to keep us whole
and instead dismantled our nucleus
cell by nervous cell
until everything grew into nothing
the skin of our young hearts
filleted as embellishment
for her fine collection
of unhappiness
year after lonely year
our mother became obsessed
with our expected failures
creating dusty bouquets
of abandoned feathers
as a reminder of her sacrifice
a reminder of her love
we were never meant to fly
we were born of sadness
and heavy with regret
we entered this life
choking on her tears
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