Bird
The carrion birds are circling
Through the foul stench that’s in the air
Their beady eyes are gleaming
There’s heavy darkness everywhere
They see my fallen psyche
On the riverbank below
The blood the pus the ooze and flesh
Have made for quite the horror show.
The lead bird plunges down to
Claim the coveted rotting flesh
He’s looking for the darkest meat
His Prize
The heart within my chest
But before I let him have his way
Let my broken body go
I will roll upon my chest
Turn my back to this
Evil Crow
His anguished piercing cry
Is like a mirror to my soul
It had fallen down a vortex
Til only blackness could be known
It was drowning in that river
It was whipped and flailed and used
We were two and one together
The abuser and the abused
But now I know this shadow and say
‘Thank you very much’
But I’ve fixed my broken heart
So sink your claws crow
Into my shoulder blades
Let the skin be torn apart
I do not need this punishment
I don’t want these violent things
I know you dark
I am free to start
From my wounds I unfurl my wings
Megan Freeland
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