Birdcage

Stuck my heart in a birdcage—

except it wasn’t my heart that’s too cliché I’m sorry

Stuck my—

Stuck my head

inside a birdcage because it can never give me 
what I need never the right energy at the right time 

at midnight / at noon 

its screaming 
but it never hurts when I want it too.

My lungs are 
in the birdcage today I ripped apart my ribs to 
lock them away
Give them broccoli to eat  
and a trachea to fill while I lie down and try to remember 
how to breathe

wishing for the molecules to fill me up like 
calories never could

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M.R. Wiard spends most of their time drinking apple cider and watching confusing television shows. They are currently a student at Southern Oregon University.