jennifersummer

cage-free | self-portrait & original prose

cage-free | self-portrait & original prose

He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of those twenty-four ivory bars, it would take reckless flight...
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He told her that her rib cage was big to accommodate the size of her heart. Without the confines of those twenty-four ivory bars, it would take reckless flight, careening into passions that would leave a dull scar on its wings. Swooping down purposely, it would pull her along into the sinking mirrors of his eyes, part her thighs in response to the full lips that bite into her own. Enclosure was impregnable, but less intoxicating. And the safety is an illusion; the devastating consequence of a heart that never breaks free of its prison is that it dehydrates slowly. This heart speaks for us with brittle-boned words that turn to dust the second they leave our mouths.

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