a kind of freedom

She noticed a fluttering,

right beside her head,

she noticed it,

it didn’t leave,

and then it was inside.

The fluttering inside her

took the shape of a great bird,

that flapped

and tore

and screeched

and burst,

And then she was the bird.

She flapped

and screeched

and soared into the stars

of the night sky,

and never landed anywhere

until the end of time arrived,

and nothing ever happened,

ever

ever

again.

 

 

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