I Am Bound – A.J. Huffman

to this world by tethered strings,
tenuous filaments, familiar
fingers that cripple my feathers,
shave them until my skin bleeds
chaste indifference. Raw,
I am held by a gravity
I do not comprehend.
It weights me, like diamonds, uncut,
confused. I pile myself in cave-like corners,
coughing dust and spite
at every new ax that comes to pick.

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