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LizFebruary 22, 2013February 22, 2022poetry, writingexperimental, poem, poetry, writing

One day, a bird flew inside my rib cage.
It thumped and jumped and whirred
until I knew it was dead.
And the sad, sweet sorrow sang inside my stomach
until all I could feel was the breeze
beneath my heart where my rib cage used to be.

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I'm a writer living and working in Cincinnati, OH. I've been writing for ages and ages. Somehow now I'm actually getting someone to pay me to do it. View more posts