Room of Feathers

I have dressed my walls
in raven feathers
so maybe, they won’t see me
they will believe me
when I say I am happy
how sharp these actions
pricking at my skin
making me jumpy, twitching
with every tick of the clock
wrap my arms around myself
trying to hold everything in
for if I start to cry
I may fill the room
then I will drown
in all these feathers
so I pin myself to the wall
arms stretching above my head
to catch the ceiling
before it falls
before I fall
hoping, they won’t see me
they will believe me
when I say I am happy
how tight these words
pulling me inside
tightening around my throat, choking
on each feather
for the ravens are always there
deep inside me
I am their playground, caging
everything in

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