𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐘

it is too cold for birds, let me dress you

i wear my hair down
people point out each wave that cascades in a low wave
you see, it's quite windy out there
sometimes it gets so cold that i hear the birds screeching in agony and regret of returning home so soon,
but that's just how things are
and they can't turn back
and they can't leave
because there's no time left for them
so naturally they either choose to bear with it or die
if only birds had clothes too..
i would dress them up in the prettiest dresses, or pants.. or overalls (if they'd be into those)
but surely they don't make dresses for birds anymore
                              —not that they ever had
And the armor i wear is so pretty
even a bird would wish to wear it,
however it is too tight,
and i sometimes feel it penetrate my flesh
its edges stabbing into me as if my skin were merely made of feathers
and blood starts trickling down my body in the same way my hair cascades into waves,
crimson syrup falling in a puddle below me
I look down and i see my reflection smiling back at me in red hues

i wouldn't wish for any being to wear my armor.