The Birdcage

By October 23, 2019 No Comments

It was the scariest space I had come to know. Dark, slimy, dank and so very cold. I don’t know what was worse, the cold or the dark. Perhaps even the fear, for it had me paralyzed.
He had a sick habit of pushing me into this underground pit, and I never knew why. I could backchat or yawn or just look at him. Nothing I did pleased him accept to see me suffer. Was I such an offence?
I prayed for a way out of this birdcage of a life. I owed my broken mind to my wonderful father.


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