dew drop demons heavily falling off the leaves
then landing on my cheeks
where the absent of tears is present
electric strands twisting in the clouds
making loud noises illuminating my face
and shaking loose the self knotted noose
the birds are calling to me,
chirping quietly watching with beady black eyes,
responding to my cries and lamentations
as I fall to my knees, no longer running,
ready
my wails turn into whimpers
as their wings began to whisper
the raindrops start to quiver,
dampening my already worn skin
cuts from branches and thorns burn
and my clothes are torn
I can hear them in the silence
as they take flight
then gently land
in my hair and on my bare skin,
their little claw like fingers grasp
I'm surrounded in sight by bright black wings
circling my vision
they begin twisting into shapes I've never seen
eradicating me
and I go home,
painlessly.
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
dew drop demons heavily falling off the leaves
then landing on my cheeks
where the absent of tears is present
electric strands twisting in the clouds
making loud noises illuminating my face
and shaking loose the self knotted noose
the birds are calling to me,
chirping quietly watching with beady black eyes,
responding to my cries and lamentations
as I fall to my knees, no longer running,
ready
my wails turn into whimpers
as their wings began to whisper
the raindrops start to quiver,
dampening my already worn skin
cuts from branches and thorns burn
and my clothes are torn
I can hear them in the silence
as they take flight
then gently land
in my hair and on my bare skin,
their little claw like fingers grasp
I'm surrounded in sight by bright black wings
circling my vision
they begin twisting into shapes I've never seen
eradicating me
and I go home,
painlessly.
Amara Pendergraft 2014
I am about to give up.
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