by Skyless » Wed Jan 01, 2014 4:49 pm
Aurora payed the cab driver. She stepped out and breathed in. The salty ocean air tickled her nose. She rubbed her eyes. She rushed into the cemetary and pulled up her hood. She kneeled down by the gravestone that read,' Brianna Colins, dead June 16, 2001. Mauled by sharks.' Aurora's whole body shook with the sobbs that chocked her for years. 'BRIANNA!' She screamed. Bystanders stood and stared.
I know why
the caged bird sings.
A caged bird stands
on a grave of dreams,
his shadow shouts on
a night mares scream.
We think the caged bird sings,
when indeed, he cries.
The song of a bird,
can never be caged.