No Sky Beneath My Ribs

by Tara-Kay   Sep 26, 2026


A ribcage full of startled birds,
a thousand voices fighting to be heard.
In the darkness I take a withering breath,
painful and haunting, cheating death.

The cracking of my bones becomes their song,
and while my skin begins to bleed,
I feel the birds claw beneath my chest,
beating their wings in search of rest.

But even chaos cannot uproot me,
for I cannot be freed.

© Tara-Kay Powney 26th September 2026

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  • 1 day ago

    by Elsaeloise

    I came across your poem and was genuinely impressed by the imagery within it. Your writing creates such vivid emotional moments that I could easily imagine them unfolding through connected artwork.

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