better
By a.lesser.thing
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stuck in skin;
where do i begin?
i feel the need to
climb out. i feel the
need to escape this.
myself. everything.
when i was younger,
we had chickens. my dad
would teach us to hold them
with our hands around their
wings. is there anything worse?
i feel like a chicken.
or maybe i am without
any wings. does it
make much of a
difference?
it's morning.
i sat up and
started crying.
bad dreams have nothing
to do with this anymore.
my mum says i snore
occasionally, not all
the time - when does one
snore? are we ever at rest?
we did a wire sculpture in my art
class. my teacher said all the wire
was free, that they got it from someone
who restored pianos and organs. the whole
time i did my project, i could only think
about how these wires were ripped from their
homes because they didn't work anymore.
what if they did that to us?
i'm not complacent.
i'm not content. i do not
rest. i would like to be something
better than this, bigger than this -
away from this. but when does one
ever rest? when do we get the time
to become better?
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Maybe in time we do get
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The last stanza made me
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tricky business :) when one
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'I hope, with Time...'
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