I woke to find Crow sitting on my chest
The weight of him bearing down through me.
As I shifted his form off me and sat up
Trying to shake the pressure from my ribs
Feeling it drop down to my stomach
Displacing and pushing bile up my throat.
Perched on my bed frame
As I stood to go about my day
For the crushing that came barreling back to my ribs
Squeezing from the inside
A creature inside
Clawing his way out
Sensing his kin’s work