#nidopenthe

you've left, and grief the size of a broken nest sits tender in my heart —its small, defenceless frame.

i bring it twig after twig, and rebuild its every gutted chamber. i slowly re-remember its warp and weft from memory.

i line its hollow air with feather, felt, and song.

its indefinite, inescapable weight, pulls. it sits sharp against my wingbeat.

and i become a flightless bird forever homing in to that brokenness, held in sorrow at the fork and ruin.