Birds circled overhead

They circled with a false sense of freedom

Obtaining the power to go where they chose, yet mindlessly flying in circles

Over and over and over again, almost in a programmed or practiced motion

Perhaps they enjoy the sense of community

With their senseless flight of motion

Maybe they even feel fulfilled with this repetive routine

Don't they know there's a whole sky?

As I w...

Throw away that sweater

Throw away that letter

Throw away those rotting flowers

Throw away these sheets while you're at it

I will cleanse this bedroom of you

Take your kisses

and your words, too

Take your fingers out of each the groove in my brain

Take your preying eyes off me as well

I will cleanse this body and mind you

Remove these memories

Remove any lingering sentiments in your language

Re...