I began to hum along lightly
to the soft moving vibrations
She smiled at me and kissed
my jaw with an upmost certainty,
plainly comforted by the harmonious
tones and the safely mannered
The room was small and covered
with minor scuff marks and old
paintings that she had picked out.
The weather looked beautiful outside.
A distant bird sang a brief tune.
“It is beautiful outside.”
The song drew to a brief stop before
this time with more urgency and
deliberation than before.
lovely from this window.”
for a moment my gaze left the
window only to return to an
no outside world in sight.
I chuckled at myself then
realizing how silly of me
to dance to the same song,
twisting and turning with
I began to whistle the tune
of the bird I had listened to outside,
gently lifting and falling to the crests
and troughs of pitch I had briefly heard
A sharp smack landed upon my face.
I protested only to be met with another smack.
“I wished only to sing the
beautiful song I heard before.”
She wrapped cloth around my neck
She screamed and cried and wailed at
me for looking at the wall that once held
a beautiful window in it.
“You don’t want to dance with me
She began tearing down paintings.
I tried to explain that I still wanted
I wanted to dance outside.
I wanted to sing with the birds.
“You either dance with me only,
or sing with birds only.”
I nodded, tears rolling down my face.
I thought only of the birds and
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