i feel amorphous, a brain without a body
but i look down and here my fingers turn to feathers
in the darkness, my mouth shifts into an unspeakable beak
in the void i'm consumed myself within
my legs are mere sticks to walk upon
i am a bird but i cannot fly
i am stuck to this horrid ground
i feel it beneath my feet
and i wish to be free of its grasp
my bones may atrophy
my body may think this not a good idea after too long
but it is my decision and that cannot be ripped from me
my choices must make a difference
or i must accept my life has no intrinsic meaning
just floating amid space as though an impostor
the unnamable
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this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
