Cage Of Gold

Cage Of Gold

Golden cage
 where feet don't exist,
  hands disappeared.
   Voice severed, unheard

                  Eyes cry hurt.
                Little golden bird
              turns words to song.

            The broken parts without glue
          stiffly grind and creak.
                                That fragility,
                        the tension in every move,
                the elegant vulnerability...
         Careful precision.
And grace.

      The tape, white around olive
     Those ankles
    Torn and twisted, nothing
   is what it seems; 

  Torn at the seams.
 Raw from nightmare
screams

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April 19, 2017 

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