Feathers;
Dangerous little feathers.
A small touch on the skin,
And you know it's strength.
Brainless banter in an empty hearse;
That is what she thinks
But the banter in hollow locks of feathers,
she doesn't realize.
Body so neutral, so little to understand
Heaviness of sorrow,
Aching to be comprehended
Beautiful plain feathers on a bird.
Brainless banter is what she thinks.