My heart is not heart shaped

But shaped like a bone

On a plinth in a pestilent landscape

All withered and, eew, moribund.

-Unknown (me)

I'm out here swan diving into trash piles

For bits of thin metal

Discarded gull feathers

My pack full of severed heart strings

To lash the bits into wings and fly out of my prison

May the sun's reflection be not so hot as it's counterpart

I'd hate to fall to greek mythology

-Ancient, Traditional (also me)