Bird Freed

Lost in the dark,

Tangled in silken threads,

Held captive by your hushed breath.

I, a drunken swan,

Lost in gilded pools with no end and no beginning,

Tangled in sinister oil,

Held captive by a stilled heartbeat.

Bound with nothing more than our locked eyes,

Our repressed agonies,

Your bright teeth.

We were both silenced with a rusted finger,

but that does not make us the same.

It saddens me to think

that two beings can lose themselves in each other.

And in doing so,

Fail to remember that oil and water do not mix.

So I wonder,

Did the oil dampen the swan's feathers?

Or did she leap,

plunging into morbid freedom,

Held captive by her own will,

mesmerized by the translucent colors that flashed across the water's face?

What did she see when she broke the surface?