kinnery, twenty summers old. someday, we'll become birds and snowflakes and dandelion seeds, and we'll fly away on the wind like the vagabond souls we are. take my hand.

kinnery@live.ca

birdcages

you are a birdcage left unlocked. you are symbolism and grand potential rolled into one. you are freedom, personified and percolated through a silver lens, catastrophe overwritten and turned into something sacred. you are every person's nightly prayers turned flesh, you make skin crawl and bow down in goosebumps. you are what every creature wishes it could name.



it's amazing how much bird cages look like gravestones.

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