Obsidian black
Screeching like glacial ice
The crow
Crying like a koan
Talons pick at scabs
I didn’t know I had
Which is more tragic?
The constricting squeeze
Of certain answers
Or the black spaces
Of a question mark?
My heart flutters
Like dark wings
Rising from carrion
Which is more tragic?
The crow?
Or me?
Screeching like glacial ice
The crow
Crying like a koan
Talons pick at scabs
I didn’t know I had
Which is more tragic?
The constricting squeeze
Of certain answers
Or the black spaces
Of a question mark?
My heart flutters
Like dark wings
Rising from carrion
Which is more tragic?
The crow?
Or me?
1 comment:
"scabs I didn't know i had". that's something to think about. very interesting.
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