The Blackbirds
gather
like roaches
they scatter
when
i step out
Their shiny dark backs
like armor
turn
the light away
They pester
They swarm
my rotting heart no longer sees birds
"we do not see things as they are
but as we are..."
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gather
like roaches
they scatter
when
i step out
Their shiny dark backs
like armor
turn
the light away
They pester
They swarm
my rotting heart no longer sees birds
"we do not see things as they are
but as we are..."
