The twin that even I forgot about


Looking through old notebooks, I found a poem about the same metaphor, but with a different energy entirely. It's older, so obviously not my best work, but still a pleasant surprise I'd like to share.

Iron bars and burlap sacks,
thats what he described me as.
just metal and skin,
with a brain added in,
stoic, heroic, immune to the pin.

but the pin was a word and the word was a knife,
and the thick leather tore, letting loose all the lies.
what broke free and flew out
was just sorrow and clouds,
and a bright bleeding heart, full of frightening sounds.

a burlap sack of iron bars;
to the rest of the world, that's who we are.
just metal and leather,
never under the weather.
but deep down lies the heart, encircled in feathers.

rosealice

VT

18 years old

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