#ironbars — Public Fediverse posts
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SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD
Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]
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SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD
Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]
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SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD
Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]
https://www.communityedition.ca/sometimes-i-am-a-bird/ -
SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD
Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]
https://www.communityedition.ca/sometimes-i-am-a-bird/ -
SOMETIMES I AM A BIRD
Sometimes, I am a small bluebird, locked neatly in a cage, wings clipped tightly behind my back. I cry out for someone to release me, but there is nowhere to go, not even up. My eyes scan the room, frantically hunting for whoever took me to this place. A quaint dungeon. I never thought I was claustrophobic, but the gilded cage moves closer in my peripherals. I am unable to pry the iron bars of […]
https://www.communityedition.ca/sometimes-i-am-a-bird/
