Poem submitted to “Trapped In a Tableua” poetry contest, Nette Onclaud, spsonsor, March 21, 2026
Twigs clutch like fingers~ no sky, just darkness. Wings hum above me~ my small heartbeat thrums. Trapped in this cradle, I taste wind’s lost song.
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