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

Black Holes

waltzing the curve of an event horizon
iniquitous black hole yawns beneath her feet
mirthless mouth smiling, a cauldron of deceit
she remembers another, her shining sun
from eons ago, when they were wild and young
wandering hands, whiskey kisses so sweet
a rumpled bed, hearts on fire, rinse and repeat
then came a day there was only her—a one

she spun into a galaxy of blue eyes
thought this wonderous place was where she should be
failing to see the black veiled by sapphire blue
he took her so high, into God’s golden sky
then dropped her into the universe’s scree
abandoning her where only black holes grew

©2022 July Day

Italian Sonnet

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
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