Birdcage

You called me “beautiful” and I was yours,
Blew smoke rings ’round me, said I “must be gold”,
Jewels shined but I put men on all fours.
Still, fires from your heart only kept me cold.
Beneath your praise and sweet nothings I’d lay,
Etching art into flesh, painted in blood,
Silent havoc I wreaked and yet you’d say
“Sweet pea, you’re bold, I’ll write our names in mud.
They’ll turn to stone and forever we’ll lie
Together.” Against those words I shivered,
Behind batting lashes and smiles I’d cry
Mute tears you never saw and I whispered:
“Baby, I’m choking,” but you didn’t hear,
“‘Cause of your love I’m slowly dying, dear.”

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About Margaret Wang

In this crazy World, if we have something to say we should say it; whether in word, song, dance or paint. As writers, we write what we must, what we see, what we feel and what others experience but cannot articulate or understand. This is the duty and power of the writer; to release into the world our visions and our passions as if bleeding dry. Here at Stuck Pig I give you my word and hope that my voice reaches like minds so they know they are not alone, and unlike minds so they may share my glasses for a day. This is life lived as me, digested by me and translated for anyone caring to step out of their shoes for a few paragraph’s length. I am vulnerable and opinionated. You may judge me justly or unjustly, as I judge the rest of the world. I invite you to view Life through my window. View all posts by Margaret Wang

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