i take a sharp breath of the cold, winter air
looking up at the sloppy concrete which opens to a square of clear sky
laying down, looking at the birds who watch me
their slick feathers and beady eyes take my breath away
theyre free
but im in a cage
where i wallow in my own misery
i am a bird in a cage.
and id do anything to get out
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My Hallucinatory Masterpeice
PoetryAn anthropology of poems from the perspective of galatea claude, from identity v. This was written by Galatea Claude-Valden, who is an alter in a DID system.
