cw: abstract body horror??? maybe??? idk being safer rather than sorrier

The canary chokes on vellum flowers,
and it bleeds black ink.
It swallows down each lettered rose,
turning yellow feathers gray like smoke.
The canary forgot how to sing,
and so was locked away, forgotten –
no use to anyone like that,
voiceless,
and so it chews up poetry
folded into origami flowers,
as if the bouquet is salvation,
as if it can regain its voice,
as if it can sing again
via suffocation.