Behind her mask are all the words she cannot say - would not be allowed to say. But her dark eyes speak, of pain, of loneliness, of not belonging. She whispers secrets to the crow who visits every day at noon, for scraps. She befriended him soon after coming to her mother-in-law's house, where she has low status. There is no one else to tell, besides the bird. To him alone, she whispers her dream that one day she'll be free.
Unspoken, all the words
she cannot say. In her hand,
the pretty bird who'll fly away.
Exquisite. Especially the bird in the hand . . .
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