Blue Bird

House of Heart

When I spread my wings

I feel the pull of freedom.

I spread them wide and trail

my shadow the way birds do.

Your hands are elegant thieves

and your tongue a web of lies.

In this desperate nest of chaos

When the veil falls apart and

the daylight slivers inĀ  I can see

the slant of sky where you slipped in.

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