The Bone Cage

My body is a battleground
My body is
not
me.
Rusting joints and time
conspire
to make a
birdcage out of skeleton.
My borders may be wide
(for now)
but borders all the same,
shrinking,
grating
at the nerve-edges,
whispering
you will never be free.

Cage

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