A huge dark bird is on my chest.
so I can see its brown eyes,
the velvet feathers, the curved beak...
Its claws are tearing my breasts,
but I can't cry,
my voice is weak...
The sharpened claws are inside,
the bird is waiting for a moan,
my breasts are red because of blood,
my own blood, my own...
But I can't let it tear apart
my muscles, nerves, and vessels,
and chasing up my bleeding heart
to nestle...
I am pulling out my rib bones,
I am bending them and fix,
I am in pain, I am alone,
I need to fasten grip...
The cage is ready, new, and strong,
the bird is fully captured...
but something's going wrong:
inside there's a little creature.
it's very short of breath...
I need to find a way
to save it from death...
The cage
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