White orbs
in my silk-lined box.
Deft fingers carefully strung
your exquisite noose.
I am a bird that will never fly
my wings clipped
and chained by your gold.
My cage of marble and stone
impenetrable, like your heart.
I’ll never
Fly
Away from your hands
around my little neck,
sometimes I wish for death.
I bide my time
nod and smile
to your clever lies.
One day
it will be time
to take what was mine.
One day
I yank with all my might,
such exquisite delight
as they scatter to the floor.
A hundred little taps–
I’ve never enjoyed
a sound more.
And I breathe again
once more.
© K.D. Schultz
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