Liz Writes: Some poetry

Here is one of the poems I read at a recent open mic. … More Liz Writes: Some poetry

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One day, a bird flew inside my rib cage. It thumped and jumped and whirred until I knew it was dead. And the sad, sweet sorrow sang inside my stomach until all I could feel was the breeze beneath my heart where my rib cage used to be.