Light flickers through
the weaving smoke
and I watch it bind
the chains around me.
The words scream against ignition,
echo desperately through my head
but the music in my heart
overrides them.
I know this broken bird
shouldn't keep trying to fly.
I should flit away to shelter,
await convalescence,
but there is no open window.
I beat my shattered wings
against your beating heart.
But you just exhale again,
let the smoke spiral towards me,
morph into words that I have heard
before.
The poison permeates me again.
Fractured and hopeless,
I sit in
your hands.