I have in me a little bird girl, a chirping, hopping raven-wren, a twittering joy-creature curled up under my heart and kept warm by my lungs. She feeds herself on little bits of my inner-meat. Very slowly, she is pecking me to death, swallowing me up piece by piece in the most sweet, loving way possible. One day, old cage-me will die and She will burst free of my naugahyde bird-cage chest and spread her wings to the winds and fly...

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