Dreams of Death and Birds

Day 194

SADNESS HOVERS IN her chest, a frail fluttering fledgling. Gripping the corners of the blanket, she squeezes the fabric and keeps it wrapped around her, an artificial cocoon to soothe away the sadness. Its wings wings grow still. Shreds of tears and a broken bird foot dwindle under the rising morning; it was only a dream.


Written: 10 April 2016

Words: 56 

Inspired: literal dream

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