this time the feathers explode in my throat
dry and plentiful. no room for air. the only
sound is mine of suffocation, helpless swallow
that is no swallow there can be no swallow
only a swallow lodges behind epiglottis
aburst in dry feathered death splendour -
not even blood -
can all breath just go?
just go
now
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...