Blue Bird

House of Heart

When I spread my wings

I can feel the pull of freedom.

I spread them wide and trail my shadow

the way birds do.

Your hands are elegant thieves

your tongue a web of lies

that ease my mind and sink

your shine right through me.

What is real and make believe

in the this desperate nest of chaos

where we found us?

When the veil parts and light slivers in

I can see the slant of sky where you slipped in.

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