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Melancholy/Birdhouse/Forearm
Deep blue birdhouse hangs from tree
Shattered by mischief
Unacceptable human work
Which cannot replace the strands that mama laid individually to keep us warm
Protected from the jabs of nature
Just as my forearms try to take the damage to guard my chin.
Deep blue jawline
Shattered by mischief
Two expectable human jerks
Glory be to primitivcy
It this day and age of undirt
Where machines work to build a box for resting wings
Bloody, funny, bone
Dripping down into the cup
Drank by the melancholics
Watching out the window
Waiting for the wrens
Head tucked under fists as elbows perch on table
Hatching such a sigh
Deflecting uppercuts from boredom's nothingness
Shattered by chirps
Shattered by mischief
Unacceptable human work
Which cannot replace the strands that mama laid individually to keep us warm
Protected from the jabs of nature
Just as my forearms try to take the damage to guard my chin.
Deep blue jawline
Shattered by mischief
Two expectable human jerks
Glory be to primitivcy
It this day and age of undirt
Where machines work to build a box for resting wings
Bloody, funny, bone
Dripping down into the cup
Drank by the melancholics
Watching out the window
Waiting for the wrens
Head tucked under fists as elbows perch on table
Hatching such a sigh
Deflecting uppercuts from boredom's nothingness
Shattered by chirps
Published 28th Aug 2019
Author's Note
I asked for 3 words to be thrown at me.
Name something in the room
Name a body part.
Name an emotion.
This is what i stemmed
Name something in the room
Name a body part.
Name an emotion.
This is what i stemmed
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