I am a hummingbird

with one hundred pounds wings

And I sing, oh i sing!

Much like a caged bird

Within my own ribs

my own bones!

Oh, a bitter taste

in the depths of my throat

With a key

Held to my thin wrists

It fits, oh it fits!

As I paint the walls red

I hum that old Johnny Cash Song

Stuck in my head

Like a splinter

Like litter

Baby, I don’t feel a thing

Nothing past the sting

I am a hummingbird

With one hundred pound wings

My heart breaks, oh it breaks!

With any slow in pace

It begs for the fast lane

Begs for something more

Than this tune and this taste

—See my scars?

Beauty marks

Like the stars!

Upon the sky

The World’s flesh

Burned and seared

And waiting to die!

But aren’t we all

just marked by dying things?

We are all born

Of dying things!

From Adam to the stars

The sky’s scars

Or his beauty mark

Born with death

In the folds of our flesh

Born with shame

In the folds of our brains

But with this key

I open the door

A red door, red door!

As red as my knees

As they kiss the floor

And beg

Oh my Lord, set me free

just set me free!

I am a hummingbird

With one hundred pound wings

My heart breaks for speed, I know

But living in the fast lane

Will only make you slow

© Jenna Allie 4/21/2011