Desperate Beaks of Starving Birds


Once my Poetry came out in song.

-Desperate Beaks of Starving Birds

Today I broke
A thousand piles of crumpled paper
A broken door
Water pouring everywhere
A pounding drum in a tiny cage
A drowning river screams
Falling ripples of a stream
Are shaking down on me.
Leaves made of metal
Sharp points
Desperate beaks of starving birds
Ripping holes in silk
The color red
Swollen Visions
Slowly dripping faucets
Filling up the Room
There’s no more air in me

He doesn’t see
There’s no excuse
For any of it
Or anything.


-Angel Marie Russell

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