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Birdsong in the Early Morning

Today I felt sad at 5am

I wanted to tell you

The birds were beginning to shout

And the rising temperature of the sky

Matched that of my blood

As I felt myself cooking, stewing,

Gazing at the endless galaxies out there

Now invisible in this light trap.

 

Condensation dripped down the inside of the window,

From my nose pressed against the cold glass

But I made sure the sigh I exhaled didn't disturb the contents of this tiny box-

The door says 'do not disturb'

- And then I held my breath

Until the dust had once again settled,

A little thicker than before.

 

I tried to make myself dream

I thought up an expansive meadow,

Sat just at the top of a cliff

The grass greener than anything else

The sun dancing gently atop the wildflowers

And I imagined taking your hand-

running, screaming, laughing-

I imagined happier reasons

For my uncontrollable heartbeat, my rapid breaths, the clammy sweat,

Despite the fact that I'm actually shivering, swaddled tight under two heavy blankets.

 

I buried my face in the cushions

And turned on a light to ward off the dark

I put on headphones to mask the silence and the pounding screams

Of the tiny birds keeping residence outside my window.

If I had my own way I'd drown them out with my own song

The pounding of my dancing heels

Keeping time with the waves in my head

To fill this empty room

 

I wanted to tell you

But right now, you're somewhere else

Asleep as you should be

I tried to curl tighter

To ward off each stab of a high-pitched whistle

I made mental notes of songs I could sing you

Once I've escaped these walls.

 

Until then, tell those warblers to go taunt somebody else.

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Written by
tommy-1
22 / F / English
Published
Nov 8, 2017
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and in the meantime I'm just going to have to trust that I'll end up back in your arms, your beating heart a shield to the arrows which pierce mine upon each beat

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