Milk Of Birds

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My body curls
Under the blanket,
As my mind drifts between
Paranormal and paramour.

Nearby,
At the crack of dawn,
A factory siren elbows the still-asleep
And dogs search for milk of birds.

Hear I lay —
An island of sadness,
Wearing paints of circus clowns
With a sticky smile pasted
On my dead face
And droopy eyelids.

As if,
All the sorrows in the world
Were created only for me.

Artwork by Daria Endresen

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