She said,
In her softest
Self-help voice
“Find your inner hummingbird,
And not your inner vulture, please.”
But oh
That second
Hunching bird
The one who looms
With talons curled
And beak
For scraping bone
And ripping meat
The one who
Needs and waits
For death and feeds
Who faces rot
So we do not
That is the beast
I miss and lost
And now
I sense her
And see
Her shadow
Once again
I’m bellowing,
“Welcome Old Girl!
It’s time to feast
There’s a death
In me
Needs picking


Artist Unknown

~ by April on December 31, 2019.

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