endeavored to spring clean
declutter the shattered
fragments while digging out
soulslivers lodged painfully
beneath my parchment epidermis
an effort to spring free from
the detritus of this achingly
undesired instance of existence

i have thrown out so many things
a feeling of lightness in that
springy freedom of removing the
pieces that clung to my rusted
birdcage nestled between razor
sharp ivory daggers in this
nearly incomprehensible rotting
cadaver of dreamlashed insolence