restless: quills and wild winds ruffling beneath your skin
you know if you step outside you’ll be mistaken for this season’s venison
and i murmur no/no/no/no~
you will cage yourself and swallow the key
if you let them
i can feel your heartstrings
taut-taut-taut as violin spinnings or the mind so fierce
stretched from this universe to your furthest galaxy
i cannot soothe and i cannot forsake
but this winding is only hauling in misery
and this headache and this nausea will sing forth no fish
tireless: i bid you to live/live/live
©️ 2010
Originally posted on my DeviantArt
Mischa Fox 