Eleven years of therapy,
Iβve turned into
a couch that wears
a girl. I think
my brain has windows
and the black birds fly
in and out leaving droppings
of my soul on lecture pads.
Eleven years, they ask and ask,
their faces overlap, Iβm sure
Iβve answered this before,
his words weave spider webs
to catch my lies.
I look down. I fear
his gaze might peck out my eyes
like birdseed.
I know these shoes
and stare at them
until they turn
to black birds.
Brilliant ππ€
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So evocative. I love the theme of the birds.
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Oooh I love the word evocative ππ thank you
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Thank you π
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This poem is amazing. “a couch that wears a girl”, “leaving droppings of my soul on lecture pads” -so many awesome lines here!
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Thank you so much. Your feedback is always so appreciated π
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Really good…loved this line ‘I think
my brain has windows
and the black birds fly
in and out leaving droppings
of my soul on lecture pads.’…..
This was awesome ππ
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Thank you! I didnβt know if it would make sense to anyone even thought thatβs how it feels. π
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Don’t care if it’s understandable or not. Just keep writing.and surely people can relate and understand.
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Excellent advice πππ
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