Tight cage
Grasp me tightly
Mother, do not let me go. I can not risk flying away like a
Bird. You keep me here and I love it. Most people wouldn’t love their
Cage. But you make it feel
Beautiful, to be trapped,
Shaped, and bent to
Fit.
Space was and never will be a word I’m familiar with.
Inside you is all
Black and I no longer wish to see color.
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