Birds flutter inside my head
Panicked, one escapes
Through the opening
of my mouth.
A broken bird
A feral cat
Three hearts pound
In bird crucifixion
Feathers torn from his puckered flesh
The bird blinks twice
I once saw a man
Pop the eyes from a fish
Blinding it with the tip of his knife
He turned and squinted and
Spat in the ocean
Then he set it free
Shame flows through me in tiny waves
It lifts and scatters me again and again
Still, I am grateful he hasn't killed it
Still, I know I am the fish
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