I hear something;
There's a secret,
wrapped up tight with cherry-colored twist,
lying at the bottom of your windpipe...
and it's screaming for me
to reach in
and grab it,
pick it up,
pluck it out of the darkness
that is inside you.
It wants to whisper in my ear
little tales of what it has seen you swallow.
It wants to chirp on my shoulder
little songs about the way you digest
the bites of life...
although it may not have
a whole lot to tell.
You've always been a nibbler.
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