Johanna (linnetbird) wrote,

what if

little bird, you turn and fly away?

what if the sun burns your precious little wings and you crash to the earth?

hello, little bird, my name is Death.

i'll hold you in my hand.

i'll kiss your delicate feathery head.

and then i'll take you, little bird, where the sun only shines but doesn't burn.

how does that sound, my little bird?

when? when? when? when? my brain screams to me. WHEN? WHEN? WHEN? WHEN?

soon enough, i promise, little bird.

soon enough i'll take you with me.
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