Day 86 – Psycrowsis

Crow circles overhead,

Flaps his wings,

And great gusts of her smell fly up

Through the nostrils

Down into the lungs, the heart

Filling with aching pain, stabbing

Like a beak through the centre.

 

He lands on the shoulder

Digs his talons in

And laughs

“Why are you holding your breath?”

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