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The Caged Bird Devours

—the bird, notice it there, on the front left pocket of her pink plaid pajamas: soiled from the stream that leaks from her right eye: fluttering fatigue. Stiffen. Eat a bite of chicken roll it around on your tongue while her breast constricts while her lips jerk pull thin while her chest maintains a sharp inhale, inhale inhale her hell. And if pain is a kind of hell heaven must be your mouth. Chicken-dry.

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