This is not a poemI screamed my desires into the darkness, knowing no one could hear me, and if they could, they would not care.This is not a poem
Ive jumped from the cliff wanting death, knowing no one would be there to catch me, longing for the sudden end to the numbness.
Ive burned like a candle lit at both ends, violently, for my own pleasure, to feel... something... thinking that I would soon burn myself into nothingness, believing noone would be there to calm the flame for a slow burn to the end.
But someone heard my screams. And someone caught me. My flame was extinguished.
And the agony is that I was misund
Bird in HousewaresThe bird in B_____'s, traumatized.Bird in Housewares
Trapped in housewares.
Strangers pointing, shrieking; As if she wanted to be there. As if her actions were specifically designed to scare them, To inconvenience them, And in no way related to her own abject terror.
She flew, back, forth.
Looking for the EXIT. Paranoia setting in.
A large man swatted, he did not miss.
Falling, floor, scamper, run, fly again.
Crying, screaming...
My voice.
Following the warmth was a mistake.
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-Manda
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