Tag: dark
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The Chick
Peeping and peeping in your hand, Gasping for air it’s not ready to breathe, A chick, half alive, half dead, Under sticky feathers. Wrapped in them. Trapped in them. Shrouded in them. “I thought it was rotten,” The other girl wails. Screaming and screaming, make that girl sob. Shatter her shell like she shattered the…