Unfinished Crow

The open field held its breath too long-
Something watched inside the grass.

A dark shape rose as if from nowhere.
Light fell hard and did not move.

The sky came down without warning.
Wings tore the silences into thin pieces.

Something like an angel split the morning open.
It watched like an unfinished crow.

Its body dragged its weight through itself.
Hunger moved through it like weather.
Blood answered before thought,
before teeth found their mark.

Something in me turned animal.

The air tightened around my heart
and I let it happen.

The dark pressed close,
but did not close-
and did not release me.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

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