A stirring of crows erupt from my chest, as lean back carefully to make it easier on my weary bones. there is nothing to stop their storm, their laughter as they climb up into the clouds I stare at them, at an achromatic world and they stare back at my cadaverous figure, lying in the grass.
I'm gonna go off the top of my head here, being the ******* thing I've written- and being my first. this is just some goofball stuff.