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Broken Bird (Other) by Sisterwolf

Broken bird with tattered wings, what a bittersweet song she sings. Her eyes dart here, then there, as she watches for his empty stare. No longer does this lovely bird fly, she no longer wants the open sky. He took her soul and wrung it out, filling her with dread and doubt. The face she sees in the mirror is etched with sorrow, pale with fear. He taught she is ugly, unworthy, dumb. Now her feelings of worth are numb. Will she ever fly again, this battered bird, or are her wings forever tattered. She hides, never raising her pretty eyes, as every day another part of her dies.

Sisterwolf 26-Dec-05/8:09 PM
Your wit is delightful. I imagine he likes me as much as he likes
tooth pain, but that is okay. I am so sorry to cause such a ruckus. I am 60 year-old and disabled from domestic abuse - I am sensitive and this kind of critiquing is not the place for me.
I am posting one last one.




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