This is a beckoning; a change to the deadenedas we ended, then began
Do you know what happenswhen the breath you wantis not the air you choose?
I have been snared, beloved…
Caged in a sieve of promises;poured into curved vesselsof imprisonment.
Girls flock like tethered birdsbecause misery loves companyor so, don’t you think[or so you don’t think]