Unwanted Bird
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Unwanted Bird
Green… feathers on white.
Yellow butterflies, everyone sees them.
I can not explain what happened.
He hit me.
Not once, but repeatedly.
What color was the car?
No there was no vehicle.
He used a bat, and a hammer mostly.
What are you doing?
“Taking out your heart.”
I should not have asked.
The words hurt my ears,
and there were more feathers,
everywhere.
These were red and blue.
“Can someone come and get you?”
The man kept moving his lips,
but said nothing I could hear, under the umbrella.
Do you think I will still be able to chew, without teeth?
The pain is gone.
They put something in the mix.
A very large gorilla came in and took my shoes.
I want them back, they are not expensive,
but, they are also… all that I have.
They cut up my clothes,
and he returned them to me…in a bag.
“What was I supposed to say?”
My other things are just gone.
No one saw anyone take them.
There were people talking and then, nothing.
I am sorry. I am sad. I am quiet.
Is death silent?
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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