Sophia

“A cold moon rises over glittering cages & you fasten
the lock on each silver door. The sparrows are
nesting & I begin to count the buttons on your black
wool coat. My eyes adrift along its luminous satin
inlay. Now the night has been opened like a box of
exotic blue canaries & I'm brushing feathers from my
long dark sleeves. You smile as the song rises,
hesitant, in my cool white throat—

—Kristina Marie Darling, “Aviary,” The Body is a Little Gilded Cage: A Story in Letters and Fragments. (Gold Wake Press February 4, 2012)”
― Kristina Marie Darling, The Body is a Little Gilded Cage: A Story in Letters and Fragments

“A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.

—ATTICUS”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild

“She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.”
― Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild