I visited Sophianae last week
to see a flock of ravens
who had large, black beaks
and weary, calloused
eyes and glossy scalpels.
They gazed at my divine,
God given gift; my spine,
a tree that holds up my being,
so twisted up and torn down.
They sighed in exasperation.
I almost felt their equipment
splitting me wide open;
instead I imagined
I was lost at sea
with Odysseus; then I saw clear:
their scalpels were glossy
from salty, fallen tears
and broken winged dreams.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
I visited Sophianae last week
to see a flock of ravens
who had large, black beaks
and weary, calloused
eyes and glossy scalpels.
They gazed at my divine,
God given gift; my spine,
a tree that holds up my being,
so twisted up and torn down.
They sighed in exasperation.
I almost felt their equipment
splitting me wide open;
instead I imagined
I was lost at sea
with Odysseus; then I saw clear:
their scalpels were glossy
from salty, fallen tears
and broken winged dreams.
my back hurts all the time