|The Strength We Do Not Choose
||[Aug. 7th, 2013|10:19 pm]
The Strength We Do Not Choose|
The pain that is thrust upon us, thrushes bleating their wings.
Sound waves move through us, kakapo hunting in the night.
Ice in our veins, starlets interpreting sound.
Hearts collapsed, dodos dead.
A hearts extinction felt, crows hunting pigeons.