I’m starving but I keep giving you the food from my mouth as though I have wings and you are a child
you know how to fly from this nest I didn’t build for you, but I am always giving what I don’t have
and the chirp of your pleas hits me like a strong wind, I can stay upon my perch
but something like life and the world and opening wings
would leave you broken on the ground
— @poetsbiteback - O.L.






