Hearts Aflutter

Wings beat,

Underneath

Pounding a rhythm

on my rib cage.

 

Untapped feeling

Like a drug,

Intoxicates me,

Incapacitates me,

Wings still.

 

The wings:

They beat,

They rest.

They pound,

They still.

They flutter.

 

Wings beat,

For a way out

A way out

From the cage

Made of bones.

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