Carrion y Calm

I'm flying around this room
trying to escape these walls,
wishing
for you to cut out my tongue
so that I can't relay my plans;
So that instead, I can burry
them deep under ground,
where they will grow
with the earth.

I'm flying around this room,
trying to break the barrier,
trying
to remember the lines in
your face, trying to melt
in the sun, in the spring air,
trying to shed my winter skin
so that I can grow
with the earth.

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