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