Blank page

A self imposed curse

Scrawling thoughts

To write for what?

Crow Lands searching in the dirt with the stare

Its black eyes something writhing

Reared neck and horrible laugh

Stones turn veering into vision

What doesn't blink can't dream 

It wants my eyes to see. 

Black Beak weapon to pierce 

Delirium scribbles thoughts onto page

Something's writhing. Writhe! 



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Wings spread

A plague, doctor

It stabs towards my view

It wants my eyes to see this

Hands alone

Fail to counter-attack

My pen this make shift daggar

Thrust under the wing, blood drips onto my page

Randon splatters onto white

Falling back



Reared back soaked in red



Black bird stumbling through air



Piece of flesh in my eye

What's not mine doesn't hurt

with clenched eyes I pull

Bit by bit it falls...