lipstick blood
smudges like bruises
on white black hands
and gossamer neck

eyes rolling frontwards
the pigeons are dead
the swallows are flying free
towards the cats' mouths

and we are significant in this small world

cracked paper like the skin of my hands
my hospital gown smells like winter days
and i am pixie in the cage

gossamer pigeons
white black frontwards
the swallows are like bruises
on the cats' bare hands

and we are significant in this small world