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Even A Sparrow

Mortality balconies
presents their edges
beckoning me eerily
to fling my sparrow  
shape  
away
 
I'm such a fed-up
fucked up  
fledgling  
snared in cold sweats
drenching my neglected nest  
 
And Father said...
Yes
Father said...

But I'm stricken
& sickened  
by thoughts
of You sifting through  
this thickness of hair on my head
 
Dim Your floodlight
eyes
please
Cause I've not tasted sweet opportunities  
to wallow
or swallow my bitter spit in peace
 
& I know
reality is...
two of me might sell
for a penny
(if I'm lucky)
 
& I ponder
if hollow bones  
snap
when colliding with  
ground  
Written by AtoMikbomb
Published | Edited 26th Nov 2017
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