Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I am broken
    cracked like brittle bones.
    My wings are skewed, twisted,
    and clutched to my chest.

    Bloody feathers stained
    with words, dripping into puddles,
    at my feet, drifting in concentric
    circles. Unread.

    Unsung.

    These words I’ve bled
    But never said,
    Caught in my teeth
    Like ribbons, bits of flesh.
    Lost, glittering, at my feet,
    pumping to the rhythm of my
    breath.

    Words I can’t say
    With a broken tongue, bitten
    In half to keep this silence
    Unsung
    • Share

    Connected stories:

About

Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.