The Letter

Wingless and chained,
you detached yourself
handwriting a leaving letter
in my scribbling notebook,

rattled and rusty
I still keep it,
my attachment still remain
to you and your final words

which one day I will force
down my throat
to break your curse
that stuck like loversโ€™ lips embracing,

force them down my throat
to find courage
to find another
bird of a feather.

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