A bird named Memory
and a bird named Thought
sit on my shoulders.
They squawk and squabble
for my ear
Rustling and ruffling
and tearing each other apart.
Sometimes they get together
and feast upon my beating heart.
They are cruel,
these birds.
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Rambles | A Short Story Collection
Short StoryA collection of short stories and contest entries. [cover by MoreThanThis- | past cover by rainbowbrook]
