I can’t say goodbye.

But I know you guys like words,

such sweet naive birds.

I’ll throw a basket

in the air, let your wings fly,

just to get away

from

me.

Why do birds hate me?

What did I do wrong this time?

Why do they hate me?

Freedom bells ring softly

as the birds tweet a shallow

goodbye, the sound fake

and

m

e

a

n

i

n

g

l

e

s

s.

well, to anyone

but a woman like myself.

so goodbye my birds.

i guess you’re free.

i’ll miss you forever.

…was

f

r

e

e

d

o

m

worth it…?

was freedom worth

tearing me apart?

if so, I might try it.