If I were to shatter
As an instant sort of thing,
I'd break apart from inside-out,
and coldly disregard concern.
If I were to fall apart
and bleed beneath my seams,
I'd make sure they couldn't
sew me shut,
Keep them away with the undying wails of
Thorn-stricken, merciless sorrow.
For if I were to die,
I'd be glad for such ends-
But would dare not initiate such power
Over a life which I,
as pitiful mortality suggests,
have no authority to demonstrate such control.
For here I stand,
Thus, here I fall,
And in the end-
I fall alone.
Author notes
Inspired by the bird.
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