Sadness, a bird
Caught in the throat and struggling for release
Then crushed in sallow passion
No heart here, just the offspring
Moving towards the cavity that should embrace
Proffer, dance and heal
No stomach here, just a slow descent
Without detachment
Malignancy, waiting in disbelief for the dawn
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