Rebecca - The Tiny Dead Bird by Rebecca Romine published on 2013/03/12 01:13:22 +0000 The Tiny Dead Bird I was enjoying the sunshine and smelling the roses, walking through the park one summer’s eve when I came across a tiny dead bird. I stop to take a closer look and she winked at me. So I picked her up and carried her home. I cleaned her up and held her in my hands, sweetly humming to her as I rearranged each miniature feather. Her dead body lay limp until I ceased my hum. She snapped her sharp beak on my soft skin. Blood appeared but I kept on holding the tiny dead bird. The moonlight shaded my room blue. I wrapped her cold, frail body in a piece of red satin and placed her in an open show box next to my pillow. Her eyes glazed, pupils dilated, we silently stared at one another. I moved closer to her whispering sweet words to a deaf. She turned away and we fell asleep without an end, yet we both knew she was mine and I hers. The sunlight shaded my room yellow. I woke before her to please her early in the day. Fresh fruit and toast never brought her a smile. So I brought her out into the day among the sun and the flowers. Lying in the grass placing her over my heart, my tiny dead bird spoke to me. “Follow me home, then I will smile for you.” she exclaimed with such sincerity. We walked back through the park that eve. I lay her down on the dusty pile of leaves from whence she came. Suddenly her rotting beak cracked the sweetest grin And I was overcome with this slightest glimmer of joyful life. I fell to my knees to passive persuasion. As I lean in to kiss and share happiness, my tiny dead bird expelled her rotting contents into my mouth. I took it all in to keep that grin. For she was mine to have and to hold, till death do us part. I fell to the ground next to my tiny dead bird. Now our bodies were filled with the same death. Lying there feeling my once vibrant body turn cold and lifeless I wondered why I had such blind love for what was dead. Thank you as always to http://soundcloud.com/dave-909 for helping me perfect the clarity and fine-tuning all those damn kinks.