Spirit in a Bottleby Joanne Marisa Leow--- wings beating frantic against bars; the wild thrashing frenzied for freedom the gasping poem entangled in me clawing for the fresh air and recognition. succeeding only in fragments slivers of half-thought; the dull throb of mute panic darting through my mind. The equivocation of wanting this fatal freedom and a sustaining imprisonment. Straining for certain death measured, illogical heartbeats rapidly ebbing to a gradual anticipated halt. |
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