The Cage
She flew into the cage.
Her feathers were plucked
One
By
One
So she could not fashion a quill
To write about HER SORROWS
Because if she read HER STORY
She might have cracked the shell
And escaped the cage.
She stayed in the cage.
Her feathers replaced by pain
One
By
One.
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