Crow




crow comes at night

one with the darkness

slips in the window

while she sleeps

burrows its sharp beak

into her seasoned flesh

and tears at

the most tender morsels...



doubts

insecurities

fears

savors the sour flavors

of being hurt

of being fooled

of being played

again...



she learns not to sleep

stays ever vigilant

least crow

swallow everything

her pride

her independence

her reason

her life...



in the morning light

sometimes she wonders

if crow is real

is a force without

or instead

lives within

a black cancer

of bone and blood…



cawing chaos, while

beating sharp wings

within each breath

claws scraping

through fragile capillaries

frantic to escape

its self-made

prison...

©️2019 July Day



Free verse

Image by davidfoxx from Pixabay

Author: Julydase

Writer, artist, newbie Tarot reader, thinker.

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