Imbricate

The layers of silence create an intricate web over her heart, and it beats so softly, so sedately sometimes, that she barely knows it still works. When she lashes out, she is not surprised to find resistance, but how can she explain how desperately she needs to sever these binds? She is like the injured bird who has been touched by human hands. She is like the bird who fell from the next and survived. She is trying to fly back home.