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Sharp Feathers
sun comes, eyes open
the birds in my ribcage stir
they awake irate
confused and enraged
furious of their prison
hungry for release
no room to fly out
angry flaps batter my bones
compressing my lungs
they suffocate me
every day begins this way
a battle of wings
an urgent warning
canaries in my coalmine
signaling my death
state of mind toxic
carbon monoxide inside
suicidal gas
please cut me open
break my ribs to set them free
my avifauna