As the bird dipped his wings into the stream
The womb will freeze
He sighs under the hollow sun
The blue bones turn and shift
Remnants of the cord upturned and gray
As he crawls gathering strings
With shivers his tailbone is contorted
A putrid button descending down
Motionless melting lungs fading remains
Silently the limbs lay
The feathers spread dancing with pain
As the suffering begins
He reflects the time regretting what could of been
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
As the bird dipped his wings into the stream
The womb will freeze
He sighs under the hollow sun
The blue bones turn and shift
Remnants of the cord upturned and gray
As he crawls gathering strings
With shivers his tailbone is contorted
A putrid button descending down
Motionless melting lungs fading remains
Silently the limbs lay
The feathers spread dancing with pain
As the suffering begins
He reflects the time regretting what could of been
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