Back and Forth

The presentation of a memory. 

Single file line. Step right. Head down. 

Don’t let the crows feed your soul. 

The power of depth. I never really know how to say,

I’m not quite over this.

I’m not quite born again. I’m not new.

New. The smell of cracking leather smothering the scent of the bruised and

used and cued. 

Cue the lights. Let the wings flutter away. Fall to the ground, now faster, run away.

The thumping sound of a racing heart, stripped down to bone.

There is no blood. 

Just poison.

Flashes of eyes, judgment of elapsing time, call me what you want,

I’ll still always stand by the people I love. Stand by their side.

There is no need for guilt when you’re filled with pills of a time worth dying for.

I’m dying. Can’t you see?

Exaggeration. Miscommunication. F**k the magic elation. 

I’m crawling back.

I’m losing the battle of remembering what it means to feel alive. 

Catch a crow by its toe, 

Snap its neck in two, 

Swallowed by the blue.

Reviews

[icaros13]

Love it. Artistic and emotional without overworking the vocabulary. I'm also a sucker for anything that references crows and includes the word f**k. Excellent write.