She isn't blood
but comes
when I call
panic opening black
wings in lungs.
She listens
hears the tight underneath
as I choke on the
loosened debris
of feathers past.
She comes
breathing air into my
squeezed heart
We are not blood
shared tears make family
#micropoetry #family
but comes
when I call
panic opening black
wings in lungs.
She listens
hears the tight underneath
as I choke on the
loosened debris
of feathers past.
She comes
breathing air into my
squeezed heart
We are not blood
shared tears make family
#micropoetry #family