Menagerie
My ribs are a menagerie
a delicate cage with tiny birds and large paws
they peck and claw, chirp and roar
with every breath my lungs heave
I feel the creatures inside me
And then the main exhibit
my heart, the width of my bony fist
a deep red butterfly
it’s velvety wings fluttering against the cage
a fragile captive,
in need of release
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